It's Ridiculously Unfun...

...To walk a quarter of a mile from your car to your dorm with a heavy backpack and four heavy bags, two in each hand, plus your purse, then have to put all the bags down to unlock your dorm's front door, hold it open with your foot, pick up all the bags, cram your way through the door, only to have to open another door three feet away, cram yourself through that door, walk 15 feet to another door, set all your bags down to unlock that door, pick up your bags again, cram yourself through that door, walk up one flight of stairs, then another, then another, then another, open a door and cram yourself through it, walk 10 feet, open another door, cram yourself through it, walk about 100 ft down a hallway, set your bags down again, unlock your room door, pick up your bags, hold the door open with your foot, and cram yourself through that door.

Then you drop all your bags, breathing so hard your lungs will shoot out of your chest if you're not careful, collapse on the futon, your arms and legs shaking of fatigue.

I did that this morning. It's ridiculously not fun.

My Mom Says Meijer is The "Happening Spot"

Yesterday, I went to the local Meijer with my boyfriend to pick up some food for dinner. Now, I usually see a person there that I know, because Meijer is a very popular grocery store. Well, in one trip yesterday to Meijer, we saw seven people that we knew. Three people by themselves, four people who were in groups of two.

It totally blew my mind.

Yesterdays Accomplishment...

69 Posts!!!!!!

NICE!

After Turkey Day Dream

I had a dream today, after taking a nap, that I was being crushed by tons and tons of pounds of turkey meat. I couldn't breathe.

Then, I woke up. I was alive.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I am home on this wonderful day of thanks. And I've compiled a list of things I am thankful for:

1. Private bathroom
2. Bed that's ground level
3. Ann Arbor being awesome
4. A fridge full of food
5. Not having to use my key to get into my dorm/dorm room
6. The lady at Meijer yesterday talking to the dead turkeys
7. Big, flat screen TV in my house
8. Being able to take a bath to properly shave
9. My puppy Ribo
10. Fast, wireless internet
11. Oh right, the family :P
12. My boyfriend
13. My freedom
14. My car, Debra Morgan
15. The show Dexter
16. A house smelling of heavenly turkey

It Really Makes Me Upset

That the word "develop" doesn't have an "e" at the end of it. It just doesn't look right. Doesn't it just look naked, people? Develope looks so much better, and that is how I wish the word was spelled. But alas, it's naked.

I Still Think

That Carrot Top is REALLY, REALLY ugly!

Say No

To Mondays.

Introduction to Media and Telecom

I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really really,
don't want to study for this exam tomorrow.

Really, really, really. But I really, really, really, really have to, because I really, really, really don't know any of it. Really.

Poop.

That's STUPID!

Why do manufacturers go through the effort of fake pockets? Why can't they just add real ones? Pockets are practical, fake pockets are not.

It's a Dangerous Sport

I pulled a muscle in my ass tonight bowling.

No kidding.

Grumble Grumble.

Oh chunky, gloppy, gloopy milk, how did you get to be as so?

You were not to expire for another two days.

Finding The Good in Everything

As I was leaving math lecture the other day, I saw someone had left their calculator on the floor. I looked at it, felt kind of guilty for not picking it up and giving it to the prof. but she was faaaaar away, down a lot of stairs and there were a lot of people behind me. So then I just left and headed to my next class.

The next math lecture we had, some kid came around looking for his calculator. He asked some girl he was sitting next to if she had seen it, she said no, but go ask the professor. So he went down to her, and a few minutes later came back up with his calculator. "Someone turned it in to her." He said.

I was thinking, "well that's good, now I don't feel so bad... Actually... I feel great! I let someone else do a good deed, and they probably feel great. So I did a good deed by letting someone else do the original good deed!"

And that my friends, is the way to find the good in everything, and to talk yourself out of guilt.

I Am an Arteest.

In the bathrooms around Western, I have worked on a very particular art form. I call it the "Art of the Paper Towel". Now see, in all the bathrooms around this joint, the paper towel is the kind you have to grab and pull down. It's not the kind you crank and tear. You just pull it down and it separates nicely.

Well, the paper towel here is very thin. For the first few weeks of being here, I would always screw up pulling down the paper towel. I would apply too much pressure and tear it at the bottom, or apply too little pressure, and tear it where my thumbs were holding it. You also can't just pull it down with one hand, otherwise... it will tear.

So this paper towel is very fragile, and I have perfected the art of tearing it:

Step one: Apply both thumbs to the corners of the hanging paper towel. They must be exactly equally apart in distance, otherwise, the force and pressure will be uneven when you pull, and the towel will rip.

Step Two: You must apply correct pressure with your thumbs onto the towel. Too much or too little will, yes you guessed it, result in the ripping of your towel prematurely.

Step Three: In one, gentle swoop, bring your arms gracefully downward, keeping even pressure where your thumbs are.

Voila!

There is your paper towel, unripped and beautiful, ready for you to dry your soaking hands in.

Don't feel bad if it takes you awhile to get the hang of it, it's an art form. It takes practice.

Monday is My Hell

Yesterday, curious to know exactly how many hours I would be in class on this horrid Monday, I calculated the hours with my calculator. 150+50+50+150= 400. 400/60= 6.66.

666. That's the Devil's number. Therefore, my Mondays are Hell.

Damn You, Enticing Food Commercials!

I'm trying to not eat as often as I do, you know, cut down on the snacking when I'm bored habit... But you just can't do it these days. Also those brilliant, deliciously enticing food commercials on TV, that show you chicken sizzling on the grill, or pasta served in gooey, glorious cheese sauces... Even if I'm not watching TV, I'll see it on my roommates computer, while she's watching something online!

Oh what a delicious world. Why can't we eat whatever we want, whenever we want, without getting chunky?

I'm battling the freshman 15 here people. I'm going to win the war, but tonight I've lost the battle. Mm pretzels.

Gulp!

Have you ever watched yourself chugging water in a mirror? Your throat looks really cool in the way it moves.

Give it a go! H2O is good for you!!!

Stay on Target

I went to Target yesterday, and as I was checking out, I met Kristen Wiig as the Target Lady from SNL... Almost. The cashier reminded me so much of this SNL skit it was absolutely nuts. The cashier talked the same, snooped as much, was just as weird and crazy. It was very funny. On my way out she said "Stay on Target!! Have a nice day!"

It was just uncanny.

Fortunes of a Misfortune

Is it really our misfortune, if we make others laugh because of it?

Yeah. Probably. People are mean.

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My 50th post! I be'z a doin' this fo' fiftee dayz maaaaaaaan!

Clap your hands.

The Grapenuts of Wrath

You have to realize you're in a pretty good state if you wake up at 9 am, spill half a box of Grapenuts cereal into your dresser drawer where all your pants are, and you aren't furious.

First fifteen minutes of my day today were spent hand picking up these tiny grains of cereal out of my drawer and off all my pants.

If you don't know what grapenuts are, here's a picture of their size:



Great times!

Mission 00Laundry

The dryers in my dorm suck. They don't dry my clothes... at all. To wash and (attempt to, but totally not) dry my clothes costs me around 5 dollars in quarters. So, I try to wait until I go home to wash my clothes as much as I can. I have 2 weeks until Thanksgiving break.

My mission: Not wash my clothes for two weeks.

Can I do it?: I think so...

Will I smell?: Doubtful, I brought a ton of clothes.

Commence Mission.

Hello, My Name Is Kelsey And I'm Addicted To

The Oscar Mayer Weiner Song.

The Poop Hit the Walls

How do animals get their shit everywhere, including up walls? I had a rabbit, and he lived in my closet... and you would go in there, and his poop would be on the wall. I had some parakeets, and they had projectile poops also because they shot their poop onto the wall behind their cage. I'm sorry, I'm just really curious.

Practice Makes Nothing (At Least in the Case of Bowling)

I bowl every Thursday night. I've been bowling every Thursday night for the past month and a half. I'm not getting any better. In fact, I may be getting worse. What's up with that guys?

Dear Guy Who Put His Food Right on the Buffet Tray And Not on a Plate First,

Why would you put your food on the buffet tray and not on a plate first?

(We're talking chicken, fruit, potatoes and bread, people.)

Link of the Day

http://www.makemymood.com/2009/05/30/sleeping-pigs-react-to-sounds/

Pigs.

Silly Me

I banged my elbow on my desk today, and then gave it a dirty look...

Right.

Watch For Bikes!

Even though I live on the fourth (and top) floor of my dorm, I have learned that I still can't walk out of my room without the chance of being hit by a cyclist racing down the carpeted, narrow hallway.

Look both ways before exiting your dorm room.

Dear Girl Who Sometimes Wears Sunglasses in Class...

Why do you sometimes wear sunglasses in class?