Derry Nostalgia Love Time

It's funny to think about the things that were happening a year ago. Funny good funny. Not bad funny.

A year ago, I was planning a kick-ass Christmas party with my friend Sam.

A year ago, I was completely stressed and depressed about being away from home on Thanksgiving. Also, I was intensely annoyed with Stephen #2 for being a man-whore (I can say that because it's truer than anything.)

A year ago, I was trying to figure out if I wanted to date someone who I was not attracted to and who was a little too interested in me (and who was Irish. I can only say that because he'll never read this.) It didn't take that long to figure out the answer to that....

I miss Derry, but I don't want to go back for a long time. It was the perfect place to be for three months, because there is no where that is better or easier or friendlier than Northern Ireland.

It is the best place to slack off in.
It is definitely the best place to have weird run-ins with the opposite sex and not feel guilty at all
It is the best place to meet tons of people who are unashamedly friendly.
It is the best place to get early-holiday-enthusiastic.
It is the best place to eat a really good toasted sandwich.
It is the best place to take classes that are unrelated to anything that you will ever need to know about.(And a tangent)
This is Peter Smith (in the cardigan. Duh.) I had a platonic crush on him. He speaks fluent Irish. I bet that he is at least 50. My last week in Derry, he took our entire Irish class (7 of us. All female) out to a Christmas lunch at one of the winebars on the river, and he paid for the majority of it. I loved him.

And he got 50 bonus points for looking like an elf.

Personal Deets

I have the worst timing in the world/Every guy I have ever remotely liked has a secret girlfriend.

Conclusion: SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME.

Fail Blog

This is a rant. I need to write it down, otherwise I am going to keep talking about it to anyone who stands still long enough to listen to me. And that is definitely not a good way to make friends. Because it's annoying as hell.

Once upon a time, I started my senior year of college, and it was great. I was in the musical. I had some friends. Good.

While being in the musical, I didn't pay attention to anything that was happening in any class that I was taking, and I LIKED it that way. It was lovely bliss.

Now the musical is over, and I have no choice but to pay attention, and this is what I now know:

I Fail.

I literally have no idea what is happening in any class that I am taking. All that I know is that I hate my Cryptography D-Group more than I thought was physically, emotionally, and spiritually possible, and that Comm. Ethics is the first comm. class that I have been at a total loss in. I literally feel like the stupidest person in the world on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I am actually not stupid, though. I think I am a sort of smart most of the time.

But at the same time, even while I am totally failing to complete anything on time or remotely well, I DON'T CARE. I don't.

I would much rather spend my time reading Harry Potter 7, and going to trivia, and carving pumpkins with my housemates, and making epic-ly good chili and going to Sharis late at night with Emily.

But still, I fail.

Zombies and Love

Halloween is coming. Again. As usual. I have a costume which I (and others) have spent a semi-ridiculous amount of money on, and I am literally going to wear it every chance that I get for the next two months.

Halloween makes me think of crushing on people and/or being crushed on, because this one time I was in a zombie play around Halloween time. And there was this boy in it. And we had to KISS. So ever since then, zombies have made me think of teen romance. And N. Ireland romance. Pretty much, zombies=love.

I'm not going to be a zombie, but still.

Cosmo knows Its Stuff

Our house if full of magazines, ranging from trashy, to pseudo-trashy, to not trashy at all. Our house is also freezing, as an unrelated sidenote, and usually smells like cookies or waffles or homemade chicken.

So anyway, I was reading the November 2009 "Cosmo," and I learned that the best way to get a person to like you is to use their name repeatedly. Interesting... (I also finally learned who Kim Kardashian actually is/why she is famous. Because I have really been wondering for the past year.)

And then I thought, "Hey! That is TRUE." And I thought about all the people that I know and whether or not I use their names a lot. Some yes, some no. And then I thought about people who use my name and realized that I'M SURE it's because they want me to like them. And then I thought about people who's names I don't know but probably should by this point. Like almost everyone who works in the library who is not a student. There are at least five older/middle-aged women who work here, who all have names like "Pat" or "Deb," and I still do not to this day, know who any of them are. I obviously recognize that they are different people, but I don't know which names go with which ladies or what any of their jobs are.

BAD. That is bad.

And then I thought about this other person that works in the library with me (student) who I have been indtroduced to, oh let's say, ten times. He has literally asked me my name at least ten times. And everytime he asks my name again, I want to punch him in the nose, and yell, "Let's at least pretend that you know my name!"

But I don't.

And then I thought of this other library worker whose name I use all the time. All the TiMeee.

We are friends.

That Bothers Me but Probably Shouldn't

Bother #1-

The Whitworth Libary uses that Library of Congress shelving system. That means that different genres of book are given different alphabetical codes. For example, most literature is in the "PS" section. I enjoy shelving the PS section. I do not enjoy shelving the BS section(theology) and here's why:

Okay, let's break this down. Theologoy majors study Jesus, right? Others things too, I'm sure, but definitely Jesus. Jesus is all about loving your neighbor, and let's say (for arguments sake) that "neighbor"="everyone. Including me, the Library Circulation Desk employee whose job it is to shelve books after people turn them in. Well, theology majors, I'm pretty sure that Jesus would not leave books ALL OVER THE SHELVES. ALL THE TIME. I'm pretty sure. But don't quote me on that.

Unnecessary Title

First of all, go to this link. This one.
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YES. That's right.