It's About to Get Crazy

So I promised when I started this blog that I would talk about anything and everything that I did while in college. Well this weekend, the first thing happened that I'm not too excited to talk about.

I went home this weekend, which I already talked about, and I just got back yesterday afternoon. Well, I hung out with some friends, and we decided to drink. We didn't drink that much (like I barely even felt buzzed) so it wasn't really that big of a deal.

After a while, a few of my other friends and I decided to smoke (yes, I do smoke marijuana on occasion, don't judge me for it) [can I get in trouble for saying that? I sure hope not....]

Anyway, so we smoked. It's actually kind of a funny story, because we were like sitting behind some trees not too far outside our hall and also kind of close to where the dumpsters are, and someone like came outside to throw their trash away. Well one of the kids that I was with got super freaked out and took off like as soon as they heard the guy coming. It was kind of funny. He was gone like so fast....

Anyway, not the point of the story.

So I was high, and pretty much everyone had gone to bed. So I went down to one of my friend's room down the hall. We talked for a while and then we decided to watch a movie. (I think it was called like Ali G in da House or something like that.....) Him and his roommate lofted their beds, so I was sitting on his roommate's bed and he was laying in his bed with his head by mine.

When the movie got over, I tried to steal his pillow (he has memory foam pillows and their awesome!) but he wouldn't let me. He said that he'd share it with me but I couldn't steal it. So he like laid down and told me to come share it with him. So I laid down with him and we cuddled for a while, and let's just say that after a while, a little more than cuddling happened.....

But yeah. Not one of my proudest moments (although I will say that he is quite attractive ;] ), but what are ya gonna do. I can't take it back.

So yaaaa.... First somewhat embarrassing story shared =D. Let's just hope that it's the only one like that. I'm not saying that I completely regret it, but that's not the type of person that I usually am, and I don't want to turn into that type of person.

Home for the Weekend

This weekend was my first weekend coming home. Last weekend my mom came up and visited so it hasn’t been that long since I saw my mom, but it was nice to get home and see her. It was also nice seeing some of my friends that I haven’t been able to see in a while.

My high school does a “pink hawk” football game where people in the community can sponsor jerseys to commemorate family members that have lost their battle with cancer, or for people who have survived or are currently battling cancer. All of the players wear pink jerseys with the sponsored name on them. Before the game, the cancer survivors or the ones who lost their battle’s family members are introduced with the player who is playing for them. At the end of the game, the players take off their jerseys and give them to their sponsors. The game is a really big deal in my community, and this year it was an even bigger deal for me and my family, because we just recently lost my grandmother to breast cancer.

That game was the main reason I came home this weekend. It was good to be home, but at the same time it was sad because of what the reason was. Being at the pink hawk festivities was fun until they started the walk before the football game. I broke down. I was crying so hard, and it made me want to leave. We were going to sponsor a jersey this year for my grandma, but we decided not to because we didn’t think that our family would be able to deal with it yet. I’m really glad we decided not to, because my mom and I had a hard enough time and I can’t imagine how hard it would have been for my grandpa.

Being gone from Ferris this weekend has made me realize just how much I love it up there. I miss it so much, and I’ve only been gone for 2 days. I can’t wait to get back up there and see everybody again. I just left to head back up there.

I’m riding back up with my friend Manny who went to high school with me. He’s quite the character, but ya gotta love him.

Only 21/2 more hours and I'll be back =D

MIA

So my intention with this blog was to post at least a couple of times a week and just talk about what college was like and the stuff I was going through.

So far that's kind of failed. It's not my fault though!

I had every intention of doing just that, but then literally THE day before I moved up here my computer broke, and I just got it back today.

To make up for it, I'm gonna do a kind of catch up post talking about what I've been doing so far.....

To start off: I love college. The freedom is awesome, and the people are even better. I made so many friends like the second day I was here. All of the people that I've met so far have been really cool, and I'm really happy about the people I live near.

My classes so far haven't been that bad. I know they'll get harder and I'll start to hate them as the semester goes on, but for right now I'm happy with them.

Last weekend was my first weekend in college, and of course I partied. I went out with my roomate and a bunch of her friends, and they weren't the greatest parties that I've ever been to (we went to 2). I guess I should explain that my roommate is African American, and so were all of her friends that I went out with. I'm not trying to be racist or anything, but it's really uncomfortable going to parties where you're the only white one there. I mean don't get me wrong, I had fun, but it was definitely a different experience for me. I come from a school where I graduated with one black kid, and there were only like four or five in my entire school.

This weekend was the holiday weekend so a lot of people went home. We also had Monday off of classes.

Since pretty much everybody that I hang out with went home, it was a pretty boring weekend. I wound up going out Friday night with some of the people from the floor below me, but the party that we went to was super lame and I didn't even drink. After that party I came home and changed (I was wearing a super short dress and was super uncomfortable) and went to a party at Pike house (a fraternity on campus) with some other friends. Pike apparently usually has really good parties, but by the time I got there it was slowing down and most people had stopped drinking, so I didn't drink there either.

There was one kid there who was staying with the guy down the hall from me, so I was talking to him while we were at the party. He was super drunk, but it was fun talking to him. I wound up walking back from the party with that guy and the guy he was staying with, and at some point during the walk the kid decided that I told him he could stay in my room (I don't know when that happened, but for some reason he was completely convinced that he would be staying in my room...)

Anyway, we get back to the hall and my room was before theirs, so as soon as I walked to my door he like pushed his way in. He tried to climb up on my loft and wound up hitting his head on the ceiling and pulling it away from the wall about 6 inches. After that I made him go back to his friend's room.

I found out Saturday that my friend that lives across the hall from me got busted with alcohol in his room that night so he won't be drinking any time soon. He also got super sick, so that kind of made him decide to back off too.

Saturday night I went out with my friends Nick, Tyler, and Randi (Randi's a girl) to Shooters (the bar/dance club that all the college kids go to). It was really fun. We danced and just hung out and had a good time. It totally proved that you can have fun without doing anything illegal.

I guess that's about as caught up as I can get...

Sorry this post is super long and boring with no pictures or anything, but next time it'll be better... and shorter....