Saturday Night Fever

It's Saturday night, and I'm blogging. Now, this may seem pathetic/lame, partially because it is. But I needed a calm Saturday after the last one. I won't go into the nitty gritty details of last Saturday's events, but I will present them to you in the form of several songs by Rooney, No Doubt, and Abba.

" Make a move on me baby
I cant be the one who's
Always taking chances
See me down
So you get down
No you've got me all wrong
I just want to kiss your lips
And you kiss back...

Leave us alone
Your friends
And my friends
Should go
Far away"

"He doesn't have the answer yet
The answer yet
I'm breathing down his neck
Maybe i should give him time"

" I'm a terrible person
Cause I've led him on
And I'm the only one who knows what I've done to him
I'm much smarter now
I won't tell his friends before him
I'm so afraid
It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday"

"Well, I met this guy on a
Saturday night, saturday night...
I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
That wasn't me
That was alter ego"

" You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning "

" The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all"

Stuff happened, people talked, emotions were churning, no one went to bed until 6 Sunday morning. Though everything seems like it went quite poorly, given the depressing nature of these lyrics, everything actually ended up working out in the end. I put my Rooney CD away and am on to happier music, like Grillz (just kidding....or am I?).

In other non-interesting news, it's good to be back at school. I've only been back for 2 weeks, but it feels like 2 months. The work is harder, but the friends are more fun because by now we are all very close. With a new semester comes new classes, which means no more Asian Chick. I've been searching for my new subject of blogosphere humiliation but have yet to come up with anything. My philosophy professor might actually fill that void. The first day of class, she told everyone that this is the first class she is teaching and the last because she is getting married in May and once she is married, she is never working again. I'm all up for women having the freedom to choose whether to work or not, but this one just got her PhD so she can be a housewife? Italian is difficult as usual, seeing as I just kind of wing it and don't really speak the language. But I always felt comfortable doing this because that is what everyone else in the class seemed to be doing. That is, until this girl with far too much eyeliner entered the class. Since there is no more Asian Chick, we shall call this person Italian Bird. This girl insists on sitting next to or very near to me every class. She doesn't need to take Italian because she seems quite fluent in the language and shows off by speaking far too fast for anyone to comprehend. And since she always sits next to me, I have to be her partner for in class activities, during which she corrects everything I say as if she is my own personal tutor. Now, you might be thinking I should look at this as an opportunity to improve my Italian by working with someone who can teach my things. I am far to prideful and annoyed by this girl to see that. I have begun to bang my head against the wall everytime this girl talks. And on top of her far-superior Italian know-how, she laughs at almost everything far too loudly. Ok, now I know I'm ranting and this doesn't sound too terribly annoying, but it is. Just trust me on this one. You probably should have just skimmed this paragraph.

Other things have happened in the life of me but I'm not going to tell you about them because a) you probably don't care and b) most of the people reading were probably with me when things happened or have already heard about them. So I'm off to enjoy what's left of my Saturday night...by going to bed. I swear, that's not what I normally do.

A Fourth of the Way to Dead

I'm 19 now! Yay! My birthday was January 3rd, in case you're a jerk and you missed it. Turning 19 is so anti-climactic. Nothing happens. In fact, it's slightly depresssing, being my last year as a teenager. In a year, I will be expected to act with reverance toward society, listen to sophisticated music, go to swanky parties, and stop watching MTV and switch completely to VH1 (I like VH1 a lot but I can't live without Date My Mom). The way I see it is 19 is one year away from 20, which is half way to 40, which is half way to dead. Crap! I'm almost a fourth of the way to dead! I better start accomplishing all those life goals, but how am I ever going to train a manatee/sea cow to do the macarena?
My birthday festivities were not too exciting. They were nice and laid back, which is exactly what I wanted, so it was good for me, just very boring for you to read, so I won't write it out here. I got a very lovely charm bracelet from my parents. I've been collecting charms since 5th grade and had them on a very dainty charm bracelet, but the bracelet I just got is bigger and sturdier and shinier. Shininess is key. My mom said that this is my adult charm bracelet, so apparently it is only suitable for mature audiences. Now I can get those genitalia charms I've always wanted... (note: I'm kidding about the genitalia charms. That would be gross)
On my birthday, a strange van pulled into my driveway and a man came to my door delivering flowers. He politely said, "I've got some flowers here for, umm, Elsie." Ugh, if I had a dime for evertime someone called me Elsie... I responded "It's Elise." He said, "Alice?" I said, "Close enough." and took the flowers while my mom signed for them. I was very perplexed about who the flowers could be from. Nana? Oma? My mom? Sylvester Stalone? I looked at the card to find they were from Dan Canders! (formerly known as Stan Flanders) I was floored! So shocked! Never have I been so surprised! It was the nicest, sweetest, coolest, most surprising thing ever! Oy, please excuse the gushing of gratitude. After I called Dan to thank him, I called Caitlin. She already knew. Angela already knew. And most surprising, Dana already knew. I guess for me, part of this huge floral surprise is that Dana knew a secret and didn't tell me. That's a pretty big deal.

There are only a few more days until I return to ND, and I must admit, I'm getting a little antsy. I have thouroughly enjoyed my time at home with my family, but I miss my friends at school. It's strange starting a new life somewhere else and then returning to the old one. Not that I want to ditch the "old life" completely, but its just strange. Here is a list of the best parts about being home in Ohio:
-Seeing family
-Swensons (best burgers ever)
-the holidays
-sleep
-private work out room
-hot tub
-my own bedroom
-food at any time
-home cooking
-seeing Metzger, Colleen, Heather, and others
-big screen tv with cable
-my crazy family (I know I mentioned this above, but their craziness gets its own bullet point)
-my pets
-no homework
-shopping with my mom
-annoying my brother
-laughing at/with my dad
-seeing movies
-Selma, my car
-Shower without sandals

Here are the things that are not so good about being home
-I miss my 6A girls!
-I miss all my other friends, too!
-I don't do anything on the weekends here
-I have to clean the bathroom
-The 24/7 party that is Pasquerilla East
-My good friends have already gone back to school (METZGER!)

Ok so the good things about home outweigh the bad things, because home is really great and I love spending time with my family. But I will be ready to go back to ND, maybe not for the school work, but definitely for the friends.