Wake Me When it Thunders

This is what I have been doing all afternoon:

Is It Alright If I Cry, Annie?

I'm reading them all out loud and crying like a total freak.  Thank God my room mate isn't here.

Tomorrow my RA is taking us all into town to hang.  So cute.  Last week he made us muffins.  I love him, he's so cool/goofy.

I am a Dragon

My apologies to Mo are needed here, I have been MIA since I got to school.

So Drexel is pretty great. I love Philadelphia, I love it sooooo much. Ahh being in the city is exactly what I needed.

I am still getting adjusted to the dorm life and all. My hall is full of a bunch of artsy WEIRDOS!!!!t. However some of the girls are really awesome.

Lets see I will give a run down of my classes

Physical Science for Design: Piece of CAKE!! Oh my goodness, what a relief after coming out of AP Chem. My teacher is this cute little old man, who cant even find his own attendance sheet.

English: My teacher is Mrs. Downs and she is the most hated teacher on campus. My roommate and I call her "Debbie Downer." She is this cranky old teacher who didn't even introduce herself, instead she gave us a TIMED WRITING!! WHAT THE F***. I wouldn't have showed up. We had to write a narrative explaining a skill we learned and the explain the breakthrough of it. So what did LC do? Well I wrote three pages on how to make a peanut butter and banana sandwich...it was absurd.
Shooting and Lighting: Ahh such a neat class. We just learned how to set up a camera and a tri-pod and we ran through certain techniques. I already have to take out a camera from the equipment room (where I have to deal with the Equipment guy from hell!!) I just have to take some shots of a person sitting and make sure I include all the techniques my professor was talking about.
Design I
A pain in my ass! I hate art, I HATE it. Now I have to buy all this art shit and I am pissed. In Jr High I made a pelican and then my pelican was used as the "bad example," for the class taking art the next quarter.
American Cinema Well I was really pumped for this class, but that ended quickly! I have this girl Alana Bagel in every single one of my classes and she thinks she is the shit. She loves to hear herself talk and she wants to make sure the professor is aware of her presence. She delayed our viewing of Scarface for a good 40min, then we didn't even get to analyze it afterward.

Have a fabulous night
(I didn't edit this, boohoo)
LC

Marshwood Loves

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I'll Be Fine, I Swear

So, I wrote my paper, and I set up my printer, and I'm getting ready to print when I realize... I don't have a cord to connect my laptop and my printer.  I also don't have paper.  I'm so disorganized, it's pathetic.

My mom brought me chocolate chip cookies and I love them.

It was my dad's birthday sunday!  We had Japanese/Chinese food.  I can actually eat a full meal with chopsticks and I feel super sick because of it.

Goons:

Lightning Bolt Hair Clips

My family's coming tomorrow!  

I can't stop eating junk food and it's killing me.  I'm also craving ramen, which I oddly have none of.  Isn't that, like, a college necessity?  I had clam chowder for the first time last night, it was so good, now I want it all the time.  

I'm supposed to help my RA make muffins today.  I hope they're chocolate chip muffins.  

I just can't get over how badly I want ramen noodles right now.  

Bagels, Bagels, Bagels

The one thing I am going to miss both about Maine:

Bagel Basket! Oh my goodness I am going to miss those damn bagels and coffee. Now I am forced to join the Starbucks cult. Life could not get much worse.

Have a fabulous day at school
(I will still be...here :-( )
LC

I am still alive

In 12 days I will FINALLY be a college student just like the rest of you fools.

I will continue being my lame self and remain straight edge...don't judge me.



Go see Hamlet 2, it's hilarious.



Have a fabulous night
LC

Hit This Up:

Kathleen Ann

Also, I think my brother's planning on making one too.  Yay! for family blogging!

ALSO:

The Bigger Lights

I love them.  

Love forgive what we've become, cause we need you know, so we can save ourselves.

Come On

No one comments any more an it's bumming me out.  Are we dead?  LC where are you?  Comment people, comment!

Mais Monsieur, je ne souris jamais!

French is the scariest class of my life.  And I don't have my books yet because every single book store is sold out!  I'm going to cry if I get into trouble.

Today, in between classes I sat outside and ate cookies and drank Cherry Coke Zero while reading a book.  I felt very college-student.  But for some stupid reason I sat in the sun and the whole experience was uncomfortable.  Tomorrow I'll sit in the shade.

I'm Down If You Don't Expect Anymore From Me

I had English this morning.  When my teacher remarked that she wanted to see Mama Mia and then a classmate started raving about Pierce Bronson, I simply thought, "Oh shit."  But I think I'm actually going to like the class and the people.  Even though the teacher thinks Mandarin is spelt Madarian. 

I also had Astronomy this afternoon.  It's a huge lecture class with this adorable little Asian teacher.  His slideshow was so grammatically incorrect that it was hilarious.  I thought we would be looking at stars but we're really just learning about the universe.  Bummer.

I feel really hungry even though I ate lunch two hours ago.  I think I might have a overeating disorder.  Since I live at the top of Mt. Everest is doesn't really matter how much I eat though, because I'll just burn it all off anyways. 

I have Psych at four in a giant lecture hall.  It's air-conditioned which should make me happy, but instead makes me pissed, because I hate air-conditioning.  A lot.

UMASS

This morning I was really sad and really nervous. 

Then in the car I was nervous and excited.

Then once I got here I was still nervous and excited.

Now that my parents are gone and I've met people I'm super pumped!!

Van Meter from a distance.

Barest room ever... but not for long.

Amherst.

Picnic lunch; rotten apple; road; toll man's elbow; killer