Drama with an Extra Side of Drama

I am aware that I have not posted in a long time. The school year started up, and next thing I know I am swamped in drama (non-school related drama). First, my best friend here starts having problems with her fiancé, her mom’s murder trial is coming up, she can’t get a job, she is struggling with her classes, and she is depressed (she recently started Prozac). Also, we have our first huge fight that lasts an entire weekend because I’m not getting sleep and behaving like a “bitch” according to her, and she is being snappy and rude to me because of all the stress she is under.

Second, I started going out with this ROTC guy who I thought was great at the time and actually developing very serious feeling for, but it turns out he had feeling for his platoon leader who wants to enter into a relationship out of the blue right after he and I started dating. Two hours after we officially broke up, the two of them are Facebook official. Apparently, the situation stressed him out so much though that he flunked his midterm, and he stopped sleeping, and blah blah blah. Good news is that through this whole experience I found out what a great guy one of my friends was and have now been going out with him for a month. 

Third, my roommate found out she likes girls this semester and officially has a girlfriend. That’s great for her, but my suite mates and I keep walking in on them making out on the couch, or they keep locking me out of my room (thank god I have a key). For the first two weeks of them dating, I was NEVER alone in the room because when my roommate left her girlfriend would stay since she was a commuter. I need alone time. It comes with part of the description of being an introvert. However, I do really like her girlfriend. She works at Starbucks and has brought me free coffee once or twice. Plus, she has great taste in movies. I just don’t want to constantly walk in on them, or anyone for that matter, making out. 

Fourth, I started loosing a lot of weight at the beginning of the year. I went from being about 115lbs (which is already underweight) to about 109lbs the first two weeks of school. It got to the point where you could basically see my ribcage, and my legs became very thin. I was working out daily but eating very little, but I wasn’t aware of it until all of my friends said something because I was starting to look anorexic. I am going to note here that I did suffer with anorexia for about a half a year in my life so that’s why my friends’ were especially concerned. After that I started doing little things like drinking whole milk instead of skim, consuming more carbohydrates and protein, and occasionally eating a small dessert after a meal. I’m back to being 115lbs. 

These are the major highlights of my life over the last two and a half months. There have been other little things that don’t exactly concern me but involve my friends. Such as my suite mate who now wants to transfer because she apparently hates here (however she just got into the nursing program so we shall see) or my other suite mate who is friends with a bunch of guys in the Sigma fraternity here and are worse than a bunch of sorority girls. After this post, I think I will post some of my figure drawing pictures. 


An Abundance of Scarves

Today I have been crocheting like a madman. Since summer break has begun, I have crocheted four scarves and am currently working on the fifth. When everyone at my university found out I was making one for myself (I REALLY wanted a rainbow scarf and was too cheap to actually buy one), they decided to put in an order of their own. So now I am drowning in all of the yarn I bought and stocked up in my room, but at least my cat is having a good time. I don’t think she’s left my room since yesterday.


I shipped out two scarves last week to my friends, and I’m waiting to give on to a little girl I babysit. The one I’m working on now is for a family friend who use to serve in the Navy, so the scarf is blue and gold stripes. I just like making scarves for people. No one has ever gotten pissed off at getting a scarf. So if their day is terrible, then at least they can say that they got a crummy scarf crocheted by a mediocre crocheter who only knows one stitch, and I get to keep on crocheting without creating an avalanche of scarves at my house because that’s the only thing I know how to make. Everyone wins!


On a partial side note, today must have been Let the Husband Sleep in the Car as I Shop at Joannes Day today because I saw at least three people celebrating the holiday. I guess I just didn’t get the memo. Anyway, just thought I would share a bit of my day. I hope everyone else out there is having an equally splendid life at the moment.

Trip to the ER (With Pictures!)

So, you might remember how I mentioned in my previous post about my friend spraining her ankle from falling off a bed at 1am Friday morning. Turn out it wasn’t a sprain. She spent all day Friday either contained to the bed, crawling on her hands and knees, or having us pull her around on a blanket like a sled (or Egyptian deity), and on Saturday she asked me to do her laundry for her and attempted to come with me by pushing herself around in a tiny laundry basket. After that, she decided she might need to get crutches just so she could actually walk, and since we don’t have lives, we had nothing better to do. Field trip to the ER! So after I threw her laundry in the dryer, we called security and headed to the hospital (7:30pm).

I just feel the need to mention here that this is my third time going to the ER this school year. First time one of my friends had pharyngitis and threw up so much that she became dehydrated and delirious. Second time, my roommate came home with alcohol poisoning and stopped breathing. And now you are hearing about the third time, but this time I took pictures. 

Anyway, we get to the ER, and I go get her a wheelchair so she’ll stop hopping everywhere since, quote: “My boobs are so big that it hurts to hop”. The girl in front of us in line dropped glass on her foot, so we had the privilege of seeing a lovely piece of glass jutting out of a bloody ankle. Oh, joy! Then we proceeded to watch Cartoon Network for the next twenty minutes while we waited to get called back. We watched some movie with Kristin Stewart in it. 

We get called back, and I push her back in her wheelchair (I’ve gotten quite good at it), and we get put in the same room as the first time with the same (mean) nurse. It turns out the nurse remembered us from last time, and I am still deciding if that’s a good or bad thing. Within minutes, my friend gets her x-rays done, and it turn out it is not sprained. It’s broken! More specifically, her fibula is broken. Then we waited for another two hours until they decide to finally wrap it up, but she can’t get a cast until she visits an orthopedic doctor, so now that’s been added to our “To Do” list. Hooray for more field trips! ImageUs waiting outside for security to come pick us up.


Watching the trailer for the Avengers on Cartoon Network while we wait to get called back


Her striking a lovely pose


X-rays Image

The wrap. I told her at least she can still paint her toenails. Image
Her making a lovely faceImage

Waiting to get picked up

Questioning the Obvious

Today, I heard my Introduction to Computers class’s T.A talking about how the students in this class never seem excited to be here and how we keep quiet and stick to completing our assignment (lessons and practice tests for the upcoming exam) despite being allowed to talk and then leave after our fifty minutes of “class” are finished. What surprised me the most and had me giving him a dumbfounded “are you serious?” look was the fact that he honestly didn’t know the answer. So here it is: An answer to his question that he will probably never read.

1. Maybe we don’t seem excited because WE DON’T WANT TO BE HERE. This is a one-credit course required by the university to teach us the Microsoft programs Word, Excel, and PowerPoint. Programs that I believe I have been taking classes on for all three years of middle school and a class in high school. I’m pretty sure I know how to move a slide forward on PowerPoint and create a heading in Word. It’s not rocket science. And, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to personally send you a thank you note for wasting that hour of my day I could be working on my 15-page report or studying for my biology exam. Really appreciate it.

2. This class is at 10am. Maybe it’s not as torturous as the 8am class I have on Mondays and Wednesdays, but it is still pretty awful because, like many of my fellow students, my finals are quickly approaching. To top it off, most of my finals are project-based and therefore require more effort than just opening a notebook and reading the content. Therefore, I often forgo sleep for the option of attempting to get a good grade. Coffee can only do so much, and I should know since I drink about two cups of it in order to even gain the willpower to attend your class. So, yeah, 10am sucks.

3. The things I am learning in this class are 90% irrelevant to me. I’m a graphic design major. I don’t need to learn how to create a crappy, pathetic looking little flyer on Word when I can use InDesign or Photoshop. Better yet, instead of using ClipArt, I can actually make MY OWN GRAPHICS in Illustrator (which look 100 times better if I do say so myself). Also, we are learning on the PC version of Microsoft. I have a Mac. Whenever I try to apply what I learn in this class, I can’t find what I’m looking for because either a) it doesn’t exist in my version or b) it’s placed somewhere completely different. Once again, why am I taking this class? Oh, yeah. It’s REQUIRED, meaning I don’t have a choice, meaning I am taking it against my will, meaning I probably don’t want to be here (see reason 1)

4. It just adds more work and studying to my schedule. Enough said. Maybe I should send you some flowers with that thank you note.

So, those are my reasons, and I’m sure other people could come up with plenty more. As long as I get an “A”, I really don’t care but please don’t question the obvious because it’s a bit irritating. Good news is that my roommate and I are getting along again. She even gave me a bracelet, and I made her coffee this morning. Hooray for friendship!


So, I don’t like my roommate, and I think I have fairly good reason not to. For starters, she’s a one upper. Every time I open my mouth to share a story or a problem, she has an even more fantastical story or devastating problem. Second, she is extremely condescending. Just because I’m not social doesn’t mean I’m stupid or naive. Third, she says awful things about me behind my back to our shared friends who of course tell me what she has said, and when I confront her about it she lies to my face, saying they twisted her words and then goes on to tell me she said the complete opposite of what I’ve heard. Mostly she complains about the fact that my side of the room is messy, which it’s not. It’s just organized chaos which I keep contained to my side of the room. The worst part is that she continues to pretend to be my friend to my face, and I just don’t feel like dealing with anymore conflict since I have to live with her, so I just go along with it. Finally, she constantly talks about how weird my art is.

Yes, the subject of my art tends to lean towards the abnormal. I like to express my sarcastic, dark, and borderline-sadistic sense of humor in my work, so it tends to be a bit creepy. However, that does not mean my roommate needs to bring it up EVERY SINGLE TIME she sees my art, which is quite often since I work on it almost 24/7. So, the reason I’m sharing this with you is because I may have done something a bit mean the other day.

Currently, I’m drawing a picture that involves a picture of a girl from the torso up with a heart cut out in her chest with a raven coming out, and there are worms in her hair because I didn’t feel like drawing a nest like I originally planned. So, my roommate walks over and looks at what I’m drawing and says “That’s so disturbing. How do you come up with this stuff?” (This is about the third time she’s said this about this drawing). So, I look at her completely serious and respond “Well, sometimes I feel like there’s a bird living in my chest instead of my heart, and he’s trying to get out, and that if my hair grew worms then I would be able to feed my bird.” That ended the conversation, and she left me alone after that. Honestly, I had thought she would get that I was being sarcastic, but I guess not. She hasn’t said anything more about my art. I wonder how long it will last. Honestly, I just wanted to express in the drawing how hearts can figuratively take different forms, but I think I like my new explanation much more.