Sunday's Stumbles

So I've realized that the best way to keep me updating on a regular basis is to have some sort of weekly catchy-nerdy-alliterated theme going on (hence all the Friday and Wednesday posts).  So, I now present...

Sunday's Stumbles!!

aka lists of links that I love/ stumbled upon/ read in someone else's blog recently.

All for your viewing/ clicking pleasure.

I know, I know. You're welcome.

GREAT study playlist

What happens when you blow bubbles with Helium? Pure awesome.

  Read this article, but instead of "unions" read "unicorns."  'Cus that's how I saw it. Yup.

Another fab playlist. Indie + dubstep = AMAZING.

I like charts.
This is a cute Harry Potter inspired wedding.
AWESOME apartment! A little too girly for my tastes, but what can you do?
Why bra shopping sucks.
Lady Gaga is awesome.
Give hugs always.

Hope you had a good weekend!

Recently Stumbled :)

Every so often, I like to give you guys an idea for things that I have tickled my fancy recently (#whydoesthatsounddirty?).  So, without further ado, here are the last 15 things that I gave a thumbs up to on Stumbleupon, along with what I think about them:

This is how I feel about my boy when I finally get to talk to him after a long day <3

AH! Too cute!

This artist is so fantastic!

Great quote about love.

Oprah knows things?!

OMFG I love dance too much. Such great lines! So beautiful! AH!

Another great quote about love.

How I Met Your Mother is awesome.

How to transfer a photograph to a block of wood.

Love the earth.

Yet another great quote about love.

Dance <3

Interesting thoughts on life and the world.

Inspirational.

Great stuff no one told me.

Enjoy! Go Stumble your hearts away..

Oh, the irony...

What is it with our culture these days, where we are obsessed with irony and making fun of people? It seems everywhere I turn there is some new internet sensation heatin' up teh interwebz.

What? Rebecca Black, of course.  What. The. HECKFIRE is up with that?!

It's not like this is the first time this has happened. People love crappy youtube videos.

Here is ONE MORE link of her video. You're welcome.

Also, if you liked that, why not check this one out?? The boy is super hot. Promise.

Sorry for getting those stuck in your head!!

5 Things Every Dining Hall Customer Should Know...

There is a lot of crap that people try to pull at my TOTALLY AWSOME job (can you tell I've been watching a lot of AVPM??), but there are, at the very least, five important things these so called "smart" college students should know:

5. We have these things, they're called TRASH CANS.
Put your trash in them.  No, not on your table. Or on your chair. Or on the little thing that says "DISHES ONLY."  Although, I realize how that last one might be hard to mistake for a trash can.  Especially since it looks nothing like a trash can.  And since it is SO FAR away from the actual trash can.  I mean, a whole two feet? You could be using the time it would take you to walk there for studying!!  Why didn't I think of that before?!

Hey guys-- half this stuff isn't even recyclable.. TRASHFAIL.

4. Signs are for reading.
If you ask me what the entree for dinner is, I will probably look up at the sign which is right in front of your face and read it to you verbatim.  No kidding!  I also go to college, and although you wouldn't know it, based off the crappiness which is my job, I can also read! Now you should learn to read as well, and my job will essentially become obsolete!


3. We see. We judge. We talk.

They should make "GossipGirl: Dining Hall Edition".

Spoiler alert: You know those people who are serving you food, but look the exact same age as you and are even in some of your classes? The ones that work at the dining hall and look like they have no souls?  They are students at your school too.  That means they pretty much know who you are, and who you hang out with.  That also means, that when you walk into the dining hall to get breakfast at 1pm on a Saturday, and you are wearing your pajamas and hanging onto a girl who is still wearing a dress and is barefoot, they notice.  They also feel no shame for the fact that they judge hardcore.  I'm not sure how this suddenly got into 3rd person, but what I am trying to say is: WE SEE. WE JUDGE. WE TALK.  If you come in every single Saturday morning with a different person: we see. we judge. we talk.
Oh, and we have nicknames for you, too.  Are you a blond boy with long hair? You're Retarded Zac Efron.  Do you awkwardly stare at us instead of ordering food? You might be referred to as Awkward Staring Boy.  Do you complain about everything?  Well, then you're probably The Effing Bitch.  I'm not saying we're creative, I'm just saying, we judge.

Although it may be HOT, it's not really my idea of high fashion.

2. This is not my usual outfit:
I don't know why people are always so surprised to see me NOT in my work clothes.  Do you all think that I enjoy wearing an ugly hat and smelling like food all the time?  Do you think that, even at frat parties, basketball games (hah. like I actually go to either of those, but not the point.), in class, and when shopping at the grocery store, I am wearing my hat and polo?
Also, and I know it may be hard for you to believe, but I do not remember every single person who comes into work.  Even if I might have had a funny or cute or even "flirtatious" (hint: I wasn't actually flirting, but oh well) conversation with you.  As unrecognizable as I am without my uniform, a good number of you STILL manage to attempt to continue a conversation we had while I was working.  At the library. Or a party.  And then you're surprised that I look normal in real life. Because I'm not wearing my uniform.  I just don't GET IT.


1. I am not a superhero. 
No really though, I'm not.  None of us are, actually.  Know what that means?  That means that I don't have x-ray vision.  Or mind-reading skills. Know what THAT means?

Not me.

Let's see... say you and your friends want to go get some food, so you head over to the dining hall as a big group.  You go to the grill and get a double bacon cheese burger, wrapped to go.  Then you, your friends, and your boyfriend (who you're treating, of course) all head up to the cashier with all of your stuff on a tray (NOTE: ONE tray), where poor little me has to ring you up.

Getting minutely closer, but nope, (unfortunately) still not me.

Now, if I were a superhero, I would use my x-ray vision to tell that you had a greasy, slimy, double bacon cheeseburger and charge you the $15 or however much it costs for it (I'm really good at my job, obviously).  I would use my mind-reading skills to tell that you got the burger and fries, your boyfriend got the small salad, your best friend got the sandwich, soda, cookie, and pizza, and your roommate got the sushi, fried chicken, and quesadilla.  Also, I would know that you were paying for your anorexic boyfriend, but NOT your fat-ass friends.
However, and I can't stress this point enough, I AM NOT A SUPERHERO.  So, I can't do any of that.  And when I ask you what you got from the grill, glaring at me and grunting unintelligible syllables STILL isn't going to make me understand.  And when I "accidentally" charge you for you and your dumb friends' meal (which is, again, all on ONE TRAY), don't expect me to feel any sympathy that your mommy had to pay $5 extra today.  It's monopoly money, people.

I know that was harsh, but these freshmen need to learn somehow, and I suggest starting with these 5 tips.

Back to Blogging?

The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.
- Mark Twain

So, I stopped blogging for, what, 7 months now? I just felt kind of stupid, didn't feel like anyone was reading it, and generally am a very lazy person :)

The time has come to restart Musings!

Little update:
I am currently in my second year, living on campus in an apartment with 3 other (amazing) girls. Haven't spoken to the ex since I came back to school. That one guy I was talking about that I've liked since forever? He has a girlfriend now. They are adorable. I couldn't be happier for them.
I made the school club soccer team this year, and it's going great, even though our games keep getting rained out :(
Yesterday, I learned how to surf (in the rain!!) and had the most amazing time. I'm trying to keep myself from going out and buying a surfboard (the lack of money is helping, I must say...)
Other than that, life is the same. Always busy, always have papers to write, always trying to find some time to have fun.

Now, I have a story for you:

A while back, Roommate #1 and I were watching the season finale of Glee (more on Glee later) on my computer, in my room. I had had work that night until 10:15, so it was pretty late, and it was finals week, so campus was dead. Both Roommate #1 and I are seasoned procrastinators (stumbleupon is both my favorite thing EVER and the single most destructive item towards my GPA), and were looking forward to putting off studying for as long as possible.

So we're sitting on my bed, all warm in the blankets, computer on my knees and popcorn wedged between us, when my computer decides that it is going to take FOREVER to load. Now, just for some background: we have THE WORST INTERNET CONNECTION EVER. Seriously. We are supposed to have wireless everywhere on campus, but I get maaayyyybe one bar in my room. I feel like, just inside the 4x4ft square of my room (all right, that MAY be an exaggeration, but it is tiny), I am technologically stuck back in the '90s. Without what's-his-face telling me "you've got mail" all the time.

Anyways, we get frustrated with it taking so long to load, so we pause Glee and start talking quietly to ourselves. Let me take this time to note: Glee is the best show ever. We love it. It is hilarious. Needless to say, we were a little excited for the finale.

Finally, the show loads and we start watching, breathless with anticipation, and giddy with excitement. At one point Finn does something dumb and we scream at my computer that he is an asshole. At another point, we actually pause the show so we can exclaim at how AMAZING that last song was.

It is around then that we hear, through the wall, "I'm going to f***king kill you."
We looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
"Whaaaat?!" I called out, sure that I had heard it wrong.
Again, "I'm gonna f***king kill you."
I looked at my roommate, and she shrugged her shoulders. Roommate #2 was in the living room studying, and she likes to joke around and say mean things, so we kinda assumed it was her*.
"........Roommate #2?!" we called out, in unison (only we said her actual name) .
"ROOMMATE #2, YOUR MOM!" we heard, this time unmistakably coming from the room directly below mine.
At this point, I almost lost it. "Roommate #2, your mom?!" Seriously?!? SERIOUSLY?! Who SAYS that? Not to mention, who the f**k does SHE think she is threatening us for being loud? Two of the girls below us are on the volleyball team, and the other two are in a sorority-- they have parties all the time. They also have really loud conversations about some SERIOUSLY stupid shit (Dear girls downstairs: I really don't care who you screwed at the last SigEp party, or exactly what it was she said to whoever-- really, I don't). I was in utter disbelief that this was even happening.

Back to the story: I shoved my fist in my mouth and ran out of the room. Roommate #1 didn't even try to hold back her shriek of laughter. We were in tears, we were laughing so hard.
Then, we heard, "Shut the f**k up and study for finals like everyone else or I'm gonna f**king kill you!"

And, yeah, at that point I felt kinda bad, but still. Who says that? Just come upstairs like normal people and talk to us in person. Hey, you can even watch Glee with us sometime, as long as you agree that Puck is freaking hot.

Needless to say, "Roommate #2, your mom!" is my new favorite phrase.




*Looking back, I realize that my roommate is no where NEAR this psycho. Threatening to kill us because of a little squealing? That is seriously ridiculous. The funny thing is, I've met all the girls who live below us on the stairs, and they seem like perfectly nice, normal people. And I'm usually really nice to them! .....We'll see how long THAT lasts.