The Weekend Comes Early

For those of you who were not fortunate enough to partake in the local weather pattern's joyous side-effects, I will now recount the first 3 minutes of my conscious morning for the benefit of your envy.

At 7:01 I sit up in bed, having given in to the urgings of the music and odd ambient noises. I had lain there for a minute or so wondering what this irritating scraping noise was. It wasn't my computer, it wasn't my roommate, and it wasn't coming from another floor.
After jumping down from my top bunk and COMPLETELY ignoring the fact that the view outside my window showed a whitened parking lot, I checked my email. At this point in time, I still had no clue about what was going on. It wasn't until I had opened it and read it did it register in my head that weather and student fantasies had truimped over our professors' wills to brave the treacherous roads and instill knowledge in our heads.

So what did I decide to do then? Laundry.

Great start to a hopefully brilliant weekend.

Belated Valentines Day Musings

I posted this to Facebook awhile ago, but in the name of Blog integration, I'm obligated to actually put it here.

This was done in physics class, staring Cupid, Satan, and Mr. I-Have-a-Y-Chrimosome:

TCNJ Official Email- LMAO

On Wednesday February 13, 2008, a student was bitten in the leg by a raccoon in the Metzger Garage. The student was transported to the hospital and has been treated. Campus Police and Ewing Animal Control were unsuccessful in their attempts to capture the animal.

Members of the campus community are urged to exercise every precaution. It is advisable to move away and not approach any wild animal on campus. Individuals are asked to contact Campus Police at 609.771.2167 immediately if the animal is seen.

Thank you for your cooperation.

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LMAO

Happy Valent-*GagChokeCough*

It has come to my attention that there is this holiday marked on my calendar dedicated to sweet romantic nothings that needs to be remedied. Since I lack a bottle of Vicodin, a kick-ass cane, and wit sharp enough to cut paper, it seems my little venture will have to rely on something else entirely. Absolute apathy to the mayhem that is: Singles Awareness Day.

What is it about this day that so captures the heart of the opposite gender? Is it the procurement of chocolate? (Bought and paid for with good money.) Are you saying that this is the one day it's okay to actually eat candy instead of staring at it wistfully like a shipwrecked sailor sees a passing boat? Maybe it's just a tool to help rationalize the extra few pounds you've gained recently...

Is it the exchange of mass produced paper cards that gets you? (Also available if the price is right...) Do printed words, in envelope sealed, contain more meaning than a personally written note or a hug? Hallmark must really put a lot of thought into each card they make.

It couldn't be the bouquet of leafy, domesticated plant reproductive organs, I hate hay fever with a flowery passion. Though I must say, I wouldn't mind a small house plant for my window sill. Watching something grow is just infinitely more satisfying than wondering how long decapitated plants can survive without horrific wilting. I suppose that makes this gift "green" too...

Or maybe it's the promise of decent food. (Just American Express it.) I know that would make it worth it, I'm always there for the food.

Perhaps it's the overarching assumption that this is the one day where your significant other will swallow their dignity to make everything perfect. Ah, I love temporary Utopias. (At least this one is priceless...) It matters not, I don't care about this.

What I do care about is that I can find enough merriment from my friends not to suffer the Curse of the Double X Chromosomes and fret over my solitary relational status. I'm happy in life, and I wouldn't have it any other way... well... that's a different rant. In the mean time, I will quite happily wear black to class tomorrow and bid people happy S.A.D.. Thanks for reading!

Lovely Weather

As I wait for class to start today, let me take 30 seconds to remark on the temperatures this morning.
It. Was. Cold. 11 degrees when I left. WITHOUT windchill. That was minus 7. Fahrenheit mind you.
As I burst out of Cromwell, gloves at ready, I thought to myself "This isn't that bad."
5 seconds later: "Ok, so maybe it's a bit brisk, glad there's no wind."
7 seconds later: "Mmm, I'm so glad my jacket is nearly windproof."
10 seconds later: "Too bad my face isn't windproof."
20 seconds later: "Aw, crap. This would make a good blog entry."
40 seconds later: "Wind sucks."
42 seconds later: "Wind blows."
55 seconds later: The cold has begun cutting through my gloves. My jeans have long since turned into cold strips of fabric leeching heat from my legs.
65 seconds later: "Must... Reach...Eickhoff..."
90 seconds later: "Ah, the Automatic Doors of Salvation."

After a tolerable breakfast, it was time to continue onto my final destination: Armstrong Hall, 3 and a half minutes away (regular pace). Oh the horror.

Eickhoff +0: *Gloves on, moving out.*
Eickhoff + 25: Eyes are watering from the cutting wind.
Eickhoff + 35: Wind has breached socks and gloves.
Eickhoff + 60: Approaching Green Hall, will power fading.
Eickhoff + 70: Thoughts of blog-worthy comments evaporate. Mental swearing ensues.
Eickhoff + 120: Ears in pain. Face is MIA.
Eickhoff + 165: I think I've set a new personal record in power-walking.
Eickhoff + 170: Arrival, what bliss... it's warm... that feels so heavenly...

And so ends my tribula-... crap, What happens when class ends?

Random note for Facebook Import

Seeing as I'm bored and I haven't used my blog in awhile, I figure I might as well join the procrastinating bandwagon and expose myself to the world.

Name: Figure it out yourself
Birthday: Facebook, figure it out.
Birthplace: NY
Current location: TCNJ
Eye Color: I'm Asian, take a guess.
Hair Color: [refer to above]
Height: 5'7/8"
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: ... didn't I just claim azn-ness? Chinese for you silly people
The Shoes You Wore Today: Sneakers. Any day, every day.
Your Weakness: Wasting time.
Your Fears: Failure, uncertainty.
Your Perfect Pizza: Everything... and PINEAPPLE.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Good grades AND my little side projects...
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: [insert affirmative statement of acknowledgment, ex. spiffy]
Thoughts First Waking Up: Aw, damn, there goes another 8 hours wasted.
Your Best Physical Feature: Well, seeing as I'm a twig, am not modeling, and haven't yet set any athletic records... oh wait, I got one, Hair.
Your Bedtime: Nonexistent.
Your Most Missed Memory: The feeling that I have time to do anything I want, I'm doing well in everything, and I can drown myself in the company of my friends whenever I want.
Pepsi or Coke: [APATHY]
MacDonald's or Burger King: Eh... BK.
Single or Group Dates: Wouldn't know yet.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: There's a difference?
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee: Mix of both with a liberal dose of sugar and milk.
Do you Smoke: Only on days of the week that end in 'q.'
Do you Swear: Only when something necessitates emphasis.
Do you Sing: Never tried, don't plan on finding out... ignoring whatever stupid things they had kids do in elementary school. That doesn't count.
Do you Shower Daily: I should hope so...
Have you Been in Love: I don't know, considering I've never really pinned down my personal feelings about what love is...
Do you want to go to College: [refer to Current location]
Do you want to get Married: We'll see... perhaps, assuming I find someone tolerable.
Do you believe in yourself: Absolutely
Do you get Motion Sickness: After about 3 coasters or a 2 hour plane ride in the worst seat ever.
Do you think you are Attractive: Not particularly.
Do you get along with your Parents: I'd say so.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Only if they're intense. Constipated storms suck.
Do you play an Instrument: Used to play the piano, wished I still did...
In the past month have you Drunk Alcohol: HAH. I'm a CLAM (aka NO).
In the past month have you Smoked: What a disgusting habit... no, though secondhand is unavoidable...
In the past month have you been on Drugs: No.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Try "Past Lifetime." And No.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Não.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: нет.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Sí.
In the past month have you been on Stage: Non.
In the past month have you been Dumped: Nein.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Haven't even been in a pool the past month...
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Eickhoff doesn't count...
Ever been Drunk: No, though I should probably find my alcohol tolerance...
Ever been called a Tease: lawlz, no.
Ever been Beaten up: No. I simply satisfy myself with the knowledge that in a fight, I would have no qualms about a) fighting dirty, b) using the most lethal moves possible, and c) giving no quarter... this is all of course assuming the situation warrants it... Hey, I'm a skinny, physically unfit person, I need every edge I can get.
Ever Shoplifted: No.
How do you want to Die: I want to die with dignity and a sense of conclusion to life. I want to have a chance to say good bye. I want my death to not be senseless. I do not want to die of a random accident or a crime, I don't even particularly like the idea of dying in my sleep. I want my death to bring about finality, leaving nothing left unsaid.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I don't know. I just know that I want to be playing around with the bleeding edge of technology. Hence Engineering.
Favourite (OMG It's spelled right) Eye Color: Never thought about that, don't think I will...
Favourite Hair Color: Don't know, don't care. Just nothing bizarre.
Short or Long Hair: If my hair takes more than 2 minutes to dry (without a hair dryer), it's too long.
Weight: Not enough. I need to pick up a daily exercise routine...
Best Clothing Style: T-Shirt and Jeans. Simple, cheap, practical.
Number of Drugs I have taken: ... Percocet?
Number of CDs I own: Not Many...
Number of Piercings: ZERO
Number of Tattoos: NONE
Number of things in my Past I Regret: A few... I ought to keep a diary.

Miserable Weather

I know it's in poor taste to complain. I know it's not usually the most exciting topic.
But I haven't posted in awhile, and I feel thoroughly irked by the weather Gods.

Let's begin, shall we?

I wake up this morning and stare blankly at the overcast skies outside my window.By the time I leave Cromwell, it is misting lightly. By the time I finish breakfast, raindrops are beating against my synthetic hood.0

Fast forward an hour and a half, the skies have opened up as I leave chemistry. I return to Cromwell 10 minutes later after having skirted around the minefields of puddles. My jacket gets shaken out, leaving a temporary mess in the stairwell, and I return to my room to be pestered by Michelle ("Smith").

Lunch was an amusing affair... Apparently, Eickhoff's idea of buffalo chicken involves stringy bits of poultry and liberal applications of Tabasco sauce. The pasta was fair and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the zucchini was more than a pile of green poker chips.

Following that fun endeavour, I made the short hop to the science complex for Calc. I am quickly losing hope for the class after watching the class quickly losing the lesson. I myself was terribly befuddled by my professor's attempts to impart knowledge of trigonometric substitution.

Come 2 o'clock, the raindrops have slimmed down somewhat, but the wind has picked up significantly. I am convinced that the wind always blows in your face no matter what. Murphy loves me. After walking back to Cromwell like a depressed person, staring at the ground the whole time (lest the tiny raindrop javelins impale my face), I return to the lovely linoleum floors and temperate climate control that are the dorms. Following a second instance of canine-esque jacket drying in the stairwell, I converse with Boris about how weird it would be if the sky started raining babies.

And so after that fetal tangent, I find myself here, typing (not really, Michelle's stolen my keyboard, insisting on performing secretarial duties). I have no more will left to leave this sanctuary of cinder block to face that aqueous war zone that I see out my window. Maybe it will be better by the time dinner comes... I hear the clam chowder is tolerable. Oh well, whatever, I'm done.

OK, um, he's done, and uh... yay? I think he stinks at complaining. This was more like a recap. A complainer can tell the difference. =P

*Annoyed at Michelle.*