Life is like a box of crayons. . . when you're FIVE.

You know, I've been thinking lately. (I know, always a dangerous passtime for me, esp. when I'm brewding on something) And now that I'm a junior in college, I'm starting to appreciate the smaller, mroe juvenile things in life.

And so we reach the point of my post:

Why can't life be simple, and all 'easy-bake-oven' like it was when we were in 1st grade?

Seriously, people. Why can't life and all of its answers be handed to us on a plate? I'm not asking for a gold-plated plate. . .that's too much plate. Just a simple plate, a platter if you will. I'm just not in the mood anymore to be worrying about what I want to do with my life! I just need a mentor to come along (not unlike the genie from aladdin, or the bitch in the bubble from Wizard of Oz) to just guide the way for me. . . . Or just hand me success and be done with it. Whichever's easier.

I mean, look at it this way. When you were five, you probably spent most of your days playing with crayons and play-doh. You never had anything to worry about, and if you did it was whether or not you were going to make it to the bathroom on time before you pooped yourself - and even that didn't matter because you were five!!! If you messed up on something (which would be next to impossible, just because I. . I mean we . . were so damn cute that you could essentially do nothing wrong) you were just told what was wrong with it, and you chuckled about it - most likely going back and doing it again. NOW, if you do something wrong, you're slapped in the face and handed a packing box to put your ficus and your picture of your dog in and told to move on. Really? That doesn't seem like the life of success I was promised when I was told that going to college would guarantee me omnipotent power in the business world.

I just wish I could sit in a college class with a box of crayons (taking notes of course) and bring my Lion King "Hakuna Matata" lunch box and matching thermos and just not worry about having to do something with my life. I want to eat pudding packs and Crust-less PB&J for lunch again, with a side of animal crackers - and you cna hold the grown up shenanigans. Instead of this life of simplistic paradise, I'm constantly plagued with the thought that after graduation, I'll be facing the real world, with no academic advisor to say "ehh I don't know, just take whatever you want." and no steady, low-paying job on campus. I'll be in it to win it (and not just for a minute like that awesome show on TV - sidenote: did you see the chick that stacked 5 apples?! insanity.

Anyway. . . I'll be using my time here on campus, aside from taking summer classes, to think about what I want to do with my life. . .and if I come up with any cool ideas, I'll be sure to let you know.

Plus, also - does anyone remember that awesome feeling when you cracked open a new box of crayons? HOW GRATIFYING WAS THAT?!

Question

First post in a long time. . .

A friend of mine brought this to my attention.

A student was sitting in front of us in class today, donning a Heart Disease Awareness shirt. The phrasing was interesting.

UMass Memorial Walk

A Walk for the cure

"We are beating Heart Disease"

Now, readers. My question to you is this:

Is it "We *are* beating heart disease" ? or "We are *BEATING* heart disease."

FOOD for thought. . . hope it doesn't clog your arteries. People might beat you . . .

I thought it to be quite poetic.

Several thigns in the past few days have happend that I think to be extremely poetic and melodramatic.

Instance one:

A certain dice game was played with alcohol. The di were your standard 6-sided, but had commands like "animal sound," "in20 seconds" or my personal favorite: "skanky chair dance." The other di had different drinks on it. Well, one person decided to try to appeal to the crowd that she didn't want to do a skanky chair dance while downing a beer in 10 seconds, when I found it poetically necessary to yell "Eff (sic) you! THE DICE HAVE SPOKEN!" Now, for this to have full effectiveness, a gong would be needed, but i thought it worked quite well.

Occurance 2 was this mornign when I was getting ready for class, I had Michael Buble playing on iTunes, while connected to facebook. (GREAT combination, b-t-w) Moving on, my dad decides to facebook chat me. At that very instant, HOME started playing. I thought it was wonderfully precious. I really hope he finds his shoeshine kit.

Dear Members of the Female Population,

Why must you constantly insist that leggings, in 40 degree weather, can be worn or used as a pair of pants. I just don't see how they can serve as any protection whatsoever to the cold. That being said, I don't think that leggings can serve as pants period; they don't "cover up" at all, in fact they just conform to your body, so that if there is anything you don't like about your body from your belly button down, it basically just acts as a sheer, conforming covering.

I'm speaking to you, random girls in the mall who wear leggings, a tank top, a hoodie and high heels on blustery days of 47 degrees.

I do understand that some people can wear those long dress-y type things over leggings, and that's fine.

In that case, leggings are not being used as a pant, and are then used as actual leggings. Props to you, proper dressers.

If you, readers - whoever you are - are sitting there shaking your head and pretending that your exercised and toned legs are the exception, then think again. No one likes to see the crevices of a stranger’s lady bits while walking down the street. No one likes to see the inevitable shake of an unharnessed booty (well, most don’t) while at Publix. No one likes having to awkwardly avert his or her eyes at the sight of an uncomfortable-looking camel toe on the horizon. It’s simple, people: No one likes seeing someone else’s nether regions during normal, day-to-day interactions. Also, how do you plan on bluffin' with your muffin if everyone can SEE your muffin. I mean. . . come on.

Thanks,

Management.

Dear Arby's

Dear Arby's,

I will not be paying $5.01 for a combo. That is just out of the question. Five bucks, maybe. but Five and a penny OH HELL NO. I AM NOT PUTTING THE EXTRA PENNY ON MY DEBIT CARD nor am I going to search my car for a penny, should I be paying for cash.

I dont really think this coupon is all that ridiculous. I mean, it's saving you the hassle of finding a penny, and dealing with the 99 extra cents BofA takes out of yoru account for spending a penny.

ALSO, It's not even going to be a penny, because of taxes. SO DON'T TRY TO PULL THE WOOL OVER MY EYES, YOU DIRTY, GRAY-MEAT SANDWICH MAKIN THIEVES.

Just in case you didn't know...

Oscar Wilde's Importance of Being Earnest IS supposed to be funny. It'd be nice if we heard

some people laugh tonight...

please and thank you.

Just realized...

While watching Glee on my computer, I met the person who previously used my bed.






















"Larry" apparently felt it necessary to carve his name into the footboard of my bed. New high? New low? I don't know either, but judging by his handwriting he wasn't very smart. And he obviously wants me to believe that he is somewhat important. Or perhaps thats exactly what he wants me to think and in all actuality Larry is just a loser. That's what I'm sticking with.

Somewhere out there, a person named Larry is a loser.