In a slight attempt to be remotely professional (when the fancy strikes me), I'll be placing some of my editorials and feature stories and even short stories up for your viewing pleasure. First up is my editorial about parking on campus. I tried to keep most of my opinion out and just give information, but not surprisingly, it smacks with my annoyed wit.
It’s the fall semester, which means many things: back to school, leaves changing colors (except in the southern part of the United States), temperatures dropping and football. While to some, football is synonymous with a good time, others find it an indirect source of trouble.
On the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi, students have to give up their parking for football attendees. Entire parking lots are cleared out under threat of booting and towing. Even though most games are hosted during the weekend, it still inconveniences students that reside on-campus.
Black and Gold Boulevard serves as a parking lot mainly for three residence halls: Scott, Bond and Vann. Bond and Vann are male and Scott is female. This street and the Vann parking lot are cleared of students’ cars for the game, leaving only the parking lot behind Bond, North Bond lot, open for students. Unfortunately, this parking lot isn’t open only to students. It’s also open to attendees as well. This parking lot is not large enough to house the cars of three residence halls and football attendees.
Many women from Scott Hall have to find parking elsewhere on campus, far away from the safety of their residence hall. With the sexual assaults that were reported last semester, now is a crucial time to have women’s security as a priority.
Aka -- I'm tired of having to park on the other side of campus and trek to my dorm at night. I do have mace, but I'm pretty sure I'd just end up macing myself.
Say "Hello," Beatrice.
So, my original post was going something much different, probably something about the current state of... well, whatever. Instead, I will be posting this:
Bees in the Bathroom!!!
Seriously, there are bees in the dormitory bathroom.
I went in, did my business, was washing my hands when I noticed little Beatrice hanging out on the counter. Washing her hands as well, I suppose. I didn't think too much of it: the screens and windows in the bathrooms and showers are crap. So, I dried my hands off, went to get a paper towel to pick up Beatrice and release her outside.... when I looked up and noticed that apparently I had walked in on a sort of bee prom. I'm not one to crash parties, so I politely left , ran back in and took pictures and then informed my RA that our floor was playing host to the bee prom.
I hope Beatrice is crowned the Prom Queen. Hah! Queen Bee! I crack myself up.
Yay! Intergers!
God, I hate math....
So, for some reason, the first week of October has always been a bit of a curse for me in varying levels. Things like getting my period, getting caught in a spontaneous tsunami or just falling up some stairs are alright on their own, but when it comes down to the first week of October, everything seems to be utter crap and all happen within that week.
This week:
Forty million things are due this week alone, I'm riding the crimson tide thus making me a big bag of crazy hormones, my car got sick, I lost my student ID, I'm tired all the time, I missed my chance to see "Sunshine" in the theatre, I can't get my prescription sunglasses because I have to get a new eye exam (and spend another million dollars) because my prescription ran out two days ago, I'm all bloated and pissy, my throat currently hurts, food in the cafeteria has been consistently crappy, I got some harassing phone calls at 4 in the morning the other day and I'm unlovable.
Well, that last one isn't true: I'm very lovable, just currently crabby-er than usual.
On a lighter note, it's almost the middle of the semester and I haven't killed anyone yet! :D
I've been coerced into starting a facebook thingy and started some events heralding my birthday and graduation. Look me up some time: under 'Rose Pendleton' and I have the same profile picture. I should really update those.....
Hello, doctor!
Honestly, this guy is too cute.
So, when I signed up my classes for this semester, I thought it would be a nice little cake walk -- because I deserve cake. 12 hours of getting my learn on and it would be fun.
Not so.
It wasn't that good of an idea to get two writing intensive classes in the same day. I'm writing a billion stories, constantly typing, thinking up other stories and tearing up my brain constantly.
Where's my cake walk?!?!
But I do really enjoy my classes though. It's just not easy.
I saw the Halloween remake a little while ago. It was alright. It was terribly gory; of course it was made by Rob Zombie. There were a lot a stabbings, but that was expected. But there was a few points were I got terribly uncomfortable. I could have done without the bludgeoning.
Ouch.
Also, my British journal reading with be on hold for a bit while my art professor looks over it. It was for a grade and such.
For those of you that don't know me real well: I make lists, lots of lists. I make lists of lists. I make lists of lists I will make some day. Some are mental, some physical.
You get the idea.
So, among these lists is a list of "Things I don't like to see." Today, I was able to add to this list.
Things I don't like to see:
A guy running out of a building wearing safety goggles and booking it so fast that you can see the veins popping out of his neck.
When I saw this mystery goggles wearing guy booking across campus, I was tempted to book it out of there myself. No good can come of this.
And speaking of lists, there's a list running around that people make of "Things most people don't know about you." And since it's near orgasmic for me to make lists, here's mine:
Things most people don't know about you:
Fears:
I'm afraid of (in varying forms of terror):
spiders, most bugs, loneliness, needles, hospitals, pregnant women and driving on tall bridges and overpasses.
Those last two aren't so much as a fear, as they just freak me out. The pregnant thing probably stems from the fact that I liken babies to parasites. I can't really figure out the bridge/overpass thing -- I'm not afraid of heights. I can drive over them and feel extremely anxious, but when someone else is driving, I can't look out the window at all. My skin gets all tingly and last time it happened, I cried.
No, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please stop asking.
Note to self: I need to acquire a Pimp Hat.
Wow.... feeling much better. Granted I still can't take the stairs without feeling winded and like my head is going to explode but it is certainly much better than yesterday, when I was actually clinging to the railing for dear life.
That was just plain embarrassing.
So I certainly recommend Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom Night: after about 20 minutes of taking it, I felt giddy, happy and sleepy. I don't even remember falling asleep. Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom Day seems to be working alright too. I don't feel completely better, but I'm not going to throw myself out the window anymore.
I'm still pale but certainly much more chipper.
And yes, I do realize that Claritin is really made for allergies and not so much for colds, but I only bought it at the recommendation of the pharmacist. Damn her. I'll have her head for this!
On a lighter note, I'll be setting up a Flickr account once I get a few more pictures done and finish up some of my clay charms (which will be up for sale by the way, hint hint).
P.S. for cute cat pictures like the one featured above, go to icanhascheezburger.com. It's brightened up many a day for me
Although I am a bit of a Socialist, (I think it would be a good idea to take care of the entire community versus just looking out for the rich guy) I was raised to be a proper Capitalist/Consumer whore. I thrive with choices. But there comes a time when I could really do without...
It really shouldn't take me twenty minutes to choose cold medicine.
It takes me no time at all to choose tissues re: Kleenex with lotion, or cream cheese re: Philadelphia. However, the sick stuff aisle has become a veritable black hole for me.
I would appreciate a brand called 'If You Feel Like Crap, Pick Me,' and then I would pick it. Because I do feel like crap.... and other four letter words that come to mind.
And there isn't just one type of meds that covers everything... NO, that would be too easy. One type covers some symptoms and other types cover other symptoms. What do they want me to do? Buy and take all of them? That's just an overdose waiting to happen.
I have every symptom in the world and I want them to go away!
Eventually, I had to throw myself at the shelf and hope I grabbed something good. So, I'll be reporting back on the working abilities of Tylenol Cold Day and Night. This pack has some day pills and some night pills. Hopefully this will work better than what I took yesterday. I still couldn't breathe and woke up with my pillow covered in sick-drool.
This was not fun.
Oh and by the way: don't buy Claritin. (unless it works for you) For me, Claritin is nothing but a 24 hour 'I'm going to piss you off because I'm not going to work, you're not going to breathe, you will develop the most random pains known to man and you can't take anything else because that would overdose you and you might die.'
I hate taking medicine; I only do it if I have to.
I'm putting my kitchy international journal reading on hold until I'm feeling better... and when my watery eyes can focus on letters. (It took me a long time to write this blog correctly)
Ugh, now I'm getting dizzy.
