Treasure Island

There are some things we college students just don't fully understand. Some things that slip through our innocent little minds without a second thought. That is, until we get home and enjoy the life with parents or siblings or other family members that probably help or aid your life in some way or other. In my house, that means help me with everything. Or do everything for me? I'm not trying to sound obnoxious or snobby about this to say that my mom does my laundry, and cooks and cleans while I enjoy the break. But that's just how it is apparently. I help out, I do, I promise. But now that I got so spoiled by family how am I going to return to college life.
College and cleaning I can handle. But dear God, the food. Now I don't have to think about saving money since my parents will pay for food, so this is what I get to eat. I'll take some pictures of the stuff I eat during Uni times. You students out there understand me. This is heaven, more than heaven, especially compared to something like frozen vegetables or chicken with some plain rice. Why do I even bother? Uh, starvation isn't too far off sometimes. So I'm filling up for winter. Just like the bears and chipmunks and all those furry woodland creatures. Just they of course need it for survival. I just need it for... well... I don't really need it. But let's just say I do.

Always complaining

Sometimes you think you get to somewhere, after travelling for hours, and you will get a warm welcoming. Well, sometimes you're mistaken. Sometimes, the people that should give you a warm welcoming home, although it's been a week since I arrived, complain about not being able to read a new post after the one about cheese... I thought that one was pretty good. But now, on a nice cozy and movie Monday night I have to come up with a post after being so busy myself? I don't think so. Does it look like I can think right now? I am in movie mode.

You happy about this post now? It's a new title!

Can you still complain about my blog?

I'm just kidding around, this is directed at the person sitting next to me. But if you at all feel spoken to, then that's alright by me! Have a great Monday!

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American Cheese

Since I have so much time on my hands I decided to go to dinner. First I was thinking, not the hotel restaurant, it's so fancy. But I went anyway, with a book at hand and my voucher from the airline. I sat down and ordered my food, a small pizza and backed goat cheese in a red pepper sauce. Both of it was delicious and I was so full afterwards because I didn't eat anything all day because of my stupid flight delay and then missature... yeah, I just made up a word. 

DELICIOUS, just like this:

I just found it online, no real connection to my story. Anyway. I sat there alone, eating my food, thinking about what the flavour were because I didn't want to think about how I missed the bloody flight by 10 minutes stupid United! So I really liked that dinner, it was nice to just sit there in silence thinking about the food in front of me rather than discussing something that distracts from that or having some sort of conversation that may confuse, frustrate, or otherwise evoke emotions undesired right now. I didn't want to think about any of that because it would just piss me off. 

But something I learned, other than baked goat cheese in a red pepper sauce is deliciously awesome, is that it seems that Americans don't really know what cheese is. I mean no offence to those that do, but generally... come on. If you know cheese, you really know it and appreciate it, my hat's off to you. But those that don't know cheeses really don't know cheeses and don't seem to realize that so much of the cheese used is like this industrial strength rat repellent. If you melted it, formed it into something, and then attempted at melting it again, I'm pretty sure your oven or microwave will burst into flame or run away. There's powdered cheese, OK, I guess I've seen that before, but this powdered cheese turns into like a slab of cheese once you add water. Holes and all. And don't even get me started on cheese in a tube or in a can! What kind of creation from the underworld came up with that!?! 

So the point of this entire post is that the pizza I had for dinner had an unidentifiable cheese on it. It wasn't bad or anything, it was just weird having that moment of "What is this flavour? Oh, it's cheese..."

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F you delays

You heard me right. F you! i'm at the airport, bright an early. 30 minutes before I'm supposed to be for normal check in. Everything is going smoothly. But the ice and snow I was so excited about stabbed me in the back. Once at the airport I stroll to the gate thinking, this is wonderful because when I asked at check in if I could get on an earlier flight because of potential delays, they told me. Oh no! Everything's on time! Your flight is fine! Well guess what United. It's not, the first flight is more than an hour delayed and so when I get to the airport I run like hell, after having to wait bloody long for them to give me back my bag, and also for the shuttle to finally get there, and also for the lady taking care of everyone getting on the plane to make up her mind. Well, I missed my flight by ten minutes. I could have made it maybe had they gotten their shit together. They all knew I had a connecting flight because I told them like 5 times each. 

No, you know what? The hotel is nice. They give me one meal for free each day worth 15$, I guess it could be worse. I'm just so pissed I missed it by 10 minutes and now I can't get on another flight for two days because the dude in front of me was being a drama queen and couldn't figure it out. So some other people got the seats that were free before on the flight via San Francisco. Bitch! I'm mad. But at least the hotel is nice. But there's no entertainment. There's a gym and pool, so I'll go there. I guess... I just want to be home! ARGH!!!!!!!!

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The day before the storm

In just 24 hours I will be in an airplane not planning on landing for another 15 hours. But this time something is different. Not only am I not dreading the long flight, the stop over, the stress of having only 45 minutes between flights. I don't mind all that. All I mind is not being able to be home yet. All other times I focused on the uncomfortable seats. The annoying people. The terrible food and drink service. The constricting seats. The awkward bathrooms. Not having a private TV! That one still annoys me. But whatever. I'll get over it. I'll be home soon, in 24 hours I'll be on my way and in 48 hours I'll be at home. Finally, with all my things. I can't wait. 

My strategy this time around is go in not being stressed. Be nice and calm. Not worry about how long the flight is. Never check the time. Watch all the movies. Read my book. Listen to music. Probably never sleep, that just makes it worse. That's my approach...

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Curses

How often have you found yourself thinking about doing something important, planning it all out, organizing your notes or whatever is needed. But then when it comes to actually doing what you have planned out to the minute... well that's another story. Right now I find myself in front of my notes thinking about anything but studying. I am looking up stores wondering what I would look good in. I am reading other blogs and wondering what they are doing in their lives. I am chatting with friends and family thinking about when I will see them. But most importantly. I am leaning over my notes for my last final, completely ignoring them like a good student would. 

I've listened to my top choice in songs right now about ten times today. Followed by looking at the food left in my freezer without actually making a decision. Then I met some friends to go shoe shopping which was majorly successful and I look smoking in my new shoes. Back home I watched TV for a while, opening my notebook to the right page, making sure everything was there about three times before reading the first word. And now it's 11:11 and I read three pages of my 15 page notes. 

Today wasn't completely useless, I met with an Internship supervisor and we are looking into internships for next semester. And I emptied my mailbox for the semester and paid something they told me was due today, in an email I got today... So at least I got out of the house. Twice, actually. 

And so now that I have settled in, fluffed my pillows, pulled my blanket over my knees. I'm ready to study. But what am I doing? Writing in my blog about how well I'm doing at anything but studying. If only there were a job I could apply this to so I could write in my resume that I was very skilled at procrastination. It seems that this semester has been exceptionally cursed with this skill.

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Nailed with white stuff

Yeah, that's right. I just wrote that. It's the Facebook status of a school organization here because it's snowing. How great is that? I mean the status and the snowing. So now it's all winter wonderland outside and I really want to go out there but no one wants to come with me. Well, OK, it was nicer last night when it was fresh, now it's just all recycled snow. It's like when you make food and it's awesome when you eat it fresh and then you have left overs that people walked over and cars drove over the next day. OK, well I guess that doesn't really work... but you get it, right?

So last night as I was going to bed after some really strange noises coming from outside I take one last glance out the peep hole. There's a lot of water on the ground, I think. But then the wood got really light too... After about 5 minutes of confusion and looking out the peep hole I realize, that's not water! That's snow! So I rush over to the window, and ta-da, so much snow! I mean, the floor was covered in so much stuff you could have buried your baby under there.

It was amazing. I thought it would all happen once I left. But how great is this. In the last couple of days the weather has been so confusing. Two days ago: 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit, which is like 20 Celsius, and nice and sunny. Yesterday: foggy and rainy and cold as hell, probably below freezing. Today: snow, kind of snow stormy and slightly warmer, I guess. I'm not planning on going outside to check... so we'll just rely on me for this temperature check. 

But I can't wait to go back to warmth back home, and that's in 4 days!!! wooo!!!

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