Nathaniel Matis

That's his name- the character I've stormed up based on the man I saw in the library.

Here's his character profile (hopefully a story, if not a screen play will come of this):

Basics

Name:  Nathaniel Matis

Nickname: Nate

Age: 23

Birthday: February 16, 1985

Hometown: Glenview, IL (suburb of Chicago, about 30 minutes away)

Current town: East Lansing

Undergrad: U of M- Bachelors Degree in English

Graduate: MSU- working on getting his masters in English

Aspirations: Aspires to be a political columnist/ novelist

Vices or bad Qualities: opinionated, overly curious, overly mysterious

Eyes: brown

Hair: brown

Skin: slightly pale

Height: Average- about 6 ft.

weight: skinny- about 162 lbs.

Family

Parents: Mom (Kathy) and Dad (Jacob)

Siblings: One brother- 4 years younger, Carter

Pets: A family dog- English Bulldog named Rockie

Random facts

-Drives a Trans-Am

-Longest relationship was 2 years with his high school girlfriend (Junior/senior yrs.)  Broke up when he left for school

-Dresses well

-Favorite color is rust orange, favorite color to wear is brown

-favorite food is mom's chicken casserole 

-Listens to classical music or NPR when he drives, but his favorite genre is indie rock/ electronic beats

-favorite artist is Dali

-frequents starbucks- favorite drink to order is Coffee, black, with one equal

-Favorite alcoholic beverage is White Russian

-His room at home is hunter green, and he sleeps on flannel checkered sheets

-At school he lives in an apartment with his asian american roommate whom he met at U of M and coincidentally both of them ended up at MSU as grad students.  (2 bed/1 bath)

-He's only slept with 3 women- the 2 year relationship, a girl he dated for a couple of months at U of M, and one of his best friends.

-He's dated some but mostly brainless girls that won't hold his interest.

-Looks for intelligence, beauty, simplicity, focus, and pensiveness in women

-His best friend (not the one he slept with) is female, she's in an on and off relationship with the same guy for the past 3 years.

-He's frustrated with school, wants it to end, and wants to move to D.C.

So lets hope more comes of Nate.  Even more so, lets hope I see his twin in the library again, so I can study him more!

The Character

I find myself, again, trapped in the library until 9 PM, studying only Accounting and reading for my middle eastern conflict class. What to do? I started writing on my little study breaks I allot myself. I was focused on one library-goer. A male, looked like a TA, grading blue books. In my head (and on paper) I wrote his whole life story from where he came from, his family, etc. Apparently knowing your characters is a huge part of writing (go figure). I made him an English major (no, the obsession has not yet subsided with my new major). He ran into a friend and chatted him up for a while across the room. Long story short, his friend ended chatting up another friend close by and I found out- he is and English major. Thanks to my awesome eavesdropping skills, I discovered I learned not only about the character I made up in my head, but about the man he's based off of. This has nothing to do with anything except digressing from my studies. Maybe I'll elaborate later...

Hello, my name's 'the black hole of karma' however, you can just call me EB.

I think my life is starting to become a story I've schemed up in my head.  Every time something awful happens, something semi-okay or great happens to balance it out.  If something awesome happens, something awful accompanies it.  I'm a walking black hole of karma.  It's getting quite out of hand, if I do say so myself.  

The major thing, for example.  I'm stoked to get out of classes that I hate.  Really, I'm thrilled.  Then I go to film club, and the prof that advises the group tells me that we need more business people in the film industry.  That's great, however...I HATE BUSINESS.  I really want to write, but it seems as everyone around me, myself included, is terrifyingly intimidating.

I used to write pretty well.  Something happened that killed it in me.  I've become an amateur and I'm starting to think I was crazy to change my major, the first, second, and third time.

If this shit doesn't pan out soon, oh help me god, I'm going to become a homeless person living on the beaches of California.

Film Studies

'They' say that when you go to college, on average, you'll change your major twice before finally picking one you'll graduate with.  Technically, I've already changed mine twice- but I don't believe the first change counts.  When I applied for MSU I stated that instead of going in undecided, I'd do a journalism concentration.  About 2 months before I actually went to school, I had talked myself into doing a General Business Administration Pre-Law major.  So if you're really picky, I guess you could consider this my first 'major change', however, I don't.

The next time I changed my major was last year around the beginning of second semester.  I was thinking about what I would really do with a pre-law major, because I really didn't want to go to law school.

I knew from the time I graduated high school that I wanted to end up in Hollywood, I wanted to be the next 'Ari Gold'.  This being because I wasn't (and still, I'm not) good enough to actually do the acting (although, I still wish I were).

So there I was, thinking about pre-law, and it hit me.  "What am I doing?  As an agent your job is to market your client!"  Thus I changed  my major to marketing.

So really- that was my first major change.

I've been taking business classes for over a year now...and I hate them.  Absolutely hate them.  As you know, I joined film club recently, which has kick started my constant writing habits again.  What you don't know is that throughout all of my elementary education, writing has always been my favorite subject, and for the most part, I've been good at it (real writing, not this blogging crap).

So, to get to the point.  The other day I, in immense fear, told my parents that I was changing my major from Marketing (business major) to an English major with a film studies  concentration.  That's right.  I want to write screenplays, stage-plays, etc.  Needless to say, my parents kind of flipped a nut.  I explained to them, if I had to stay in a business major doing something I absolutely hated, then I'd just drop out of college and work at McDonalds, in which they finally decided to let me major in a subject I'm actually interested in.

I am now an English Major with a film studies concentration.

Hoorah!

That's what you call it when you get traumatized by someone- Bonding.

Last night, after the AMAZING defeat MSU had over U of M, I went out with my 27 year old cousin and her 22 year old boyfriend, who, yes, is closer to my age, than hers.  As you might know, I'm from the  suburbs.  Not really a city girl (yet), and the city of East Lansing is smaller than my hometown, so it doesn't really count.  Anyways, we decided to hit up Detroit.  I've been to Detroit before, but only one other time that was on the same playing field as last night.  Usually I'd go for a baseball game, or in High School we'd go during the afternoon on a field trip.  Ridiculous stuff like that.

Last night we decided to hit up the town and our first stop was The Magic Stick.  Last time I was in Detroit, aside from last night, we went to the Majestic Cafe, which is attached to the Magic Stick, and then hit up some sketchy house party.  At the Majestic Cafe, it was a lot of late 20, early 30-somethings having a drink after work.  Last night, not so much.  The Magic Stick is a totally different atmosphere.  It's a grungy version of Lucky Strikes almost.  It's like a dirty dive bar downstairs, then in the back is bowling, and when you go upstairs it's a concert venue..a small one.

Last night, The Legendary Pink Dots were playing the venue, hence why we ended up there, because Christos, Sarah's boyfriend, was photographing them (it's his job).  If you didn't know, the reason they put Legendary in front of band names, is because the band is most likely pretty old.  This band- was like a cult.  Creepy, to say the least, and old.  Their following was all mid forties men with extremely long hair.  Needless to say, Sarah, her friend who showed up a little later, and I hung out at the dive bar part downstairs, shooting the shit.

If there is something you'd need to know about Sarah, it's that she was always the golden child of our family.  She got praise everywhere she went.  Which, ultimately, aided the fact that she's become one of the most judgmental people I know.  Don't get me wrong, she can be a lot of fun, but sometimes it's a little much.  Another thing, Sarah used to be BIG in the underground Chicago club scene, in which everyone in said scene has a crazy fake name they go by, so most of her friends are named Awesome, or Clash, or Crank, or whatever weird shit they come up with.  That part isn't so much relevant, as it's just a fun fact.

So, Sarah and I are hanging out, and talking about some of our family that we aren't so fond of*.  We are pulling out these crazy stories that revolve around them and just laughing at how ridiculous they are.  Then Sarah starts to say something about one of my family member, but she didn't outright say it, and I didn't know what she was talking about, so I asked.  Next thing I know, Sarah's face goes extremely pale and she tries to change the subject.  Of course, one's first instinct in a situation like this is to try to get the story out of them.  We fought about her telling me for 10 minutes before she finally told me one of the craziest, most ridiculous stories I've ever heard.

I'm not going to say what was said, because I do deem it extremely inappropriate for people to know, even myself included, I wish I hadn't even bothered.  However, I'm so bothered by it now.  I almost feel like it's just Sarah's side of the family making shit up because they dislike these particular family members that much.  Which, in this case would be very plausible.  However, the story she told...that too could be very plausible.  I can't ask any of my family, because if it is true, I'm obviously not supposed to know, and I'm not sure any of the family is REALLY supposed to know, and if it isn't true, they would be devistatedly** hurt that the other side of our family would make up a story of this level.

I finally made Sarah drop the story.  I'm just going to pretend like I've never heard it.  It's that disturbing, and I love my family unconditionally, no matter what crazy shit goes down.

So after the Magic Stick, and all the crazies that frequent it, we decided to hit up an underground bar show that Christos knew about.  First, we got lost driving around Detroit for about an hour, though.  While that was going on, some hoodlum on a bicycle was trying to pick us up, cause we know the "Hey Baby" method works, oh so well.  We did FINALLY make it to the underground bar show.

When we pulled up- this place was SO fucking jank.  All the windows were boarded up, and you'd think that it was shut down- it wasn't.  We walked in, and all we heard was noise- apparently this is the kind of shit Christos listens to.  Everyone in the place was either completely trashed, or coked up.  It was enjoyable to be a bystander.  Christos got me a beer and I stood in the corner with Sarah.  We finally got tired of the noise, and decided to head back to the 'burbs.  These are the kinds of nights that Sarah has every weekend.  I can only imagine.. and lets leave it at that.

*I really do love my family a lot, but you know, there are always the little things you have to vent about.

**Yes, I just created that word.  Spread it, live it, love it.

Game Day!

Go State!!! Big game today, MSU vs. UM.  Lets not speak too soon, alright!!

sorry for such a small post- but EB has the day off in order to watch the game!

The Drop Out

Thank god for Roomie C.  So, as my last post said, I really wanted to write a screen play for MSU filmmaker's club.  However, I couldn't think of something good.  So with the help and collaboration of Roomie C, we came up with a shockingly awesome half of a screenplay.  It starts out a brother and a sister fighting.  Then you learn that the brother has dropped out of school with the aspiring dream to become "the William Shakespeare of our time".  Cut to the bar.  The bro is out with his friends, one extremely flamboyantly gay, and here's an excerpt of the conversation that goes down-

JAKE

Dude, Halle Berry is so much hotter than Jessica Alba.

Julian

No way, Bro.  Did you see Jessica Alba in  Sin City? So Fuckin' Hot.

Max

Alright, alright.  We know, they're  both hot.

JULIAN

What's wrong with you?  Didn't get your daily dose of hot, steaming cock?

MAX

Fuck you! I get more cock than Lindsey Lohan!

JAKE

Dude, everyone gets more cock than Lindsey Lohan.  She's a lesbian.

MAX

No, her and Samantha are just friends!

JAKE

But seriously guys, what the fuck am I gonna do with my life?  Once my Dad finds out I dropped out, I'm gonna be toast.  I mean, unless  I can get my rhymes to sell.

JULIAN

You still haven't laid any shit down for us, man.  Lets here what you've got.

Jake

Alright, man, but remember, it's still a work in progress. Here's what I've got- My dicks longer than a log, but your girl still swallows it like a hot dog-

Bar patron spits drink out across bar, causing Jake to stop his rap short.

JAKE

It's okay, right guys?

Max

Dude, quit while you're ahead.

JULIAN

I think it's legit, Son.

Hope you enjoyed that little excerpt.  My biggest worry was that I'm the only chick in filmmaker's club, so when I finally sat down to write, I wanted to make sure it would be on the same level as 'the boy's' material.  That's why Roomie C was such a big help, cause he gave me perspective into his life, and what his reactions would be to each line.  You may be thinking, wow, that's really fucking crude.  Well, go watch this then.  That's a recent film they've made.  Most of them are all shorts, and mine will be a short film as well, about 5 minutes long.

Writer's block.

Okay.  I'm in the lib and I'm procrastinating working on Accounting.  What's new?

Here's what's new:  I want to write a screenplay for Film Club- but  I have major writers block.  Give me a topic- it can be extremely discriptive or vague.  I don't care.  I just need inspiration on what to write.  Keep in mind though, there is only one female in film club that is really willing to act (me), and a lot of guys.  Also, locations can be tight, so try to pick a topic that doesn't involve climbing to the top of Mt. Everest or whatever your little minds come up with.

thanks.

The Run In.

Last night I acted in a film for one of the guy's from film club thesis film (For film majors instead of writing a thesis- they get to film it, score!).  So I basically stood outside in my skimpiest clothes and acted like a prostitute...and it was great.  I met some pretty cool guys too.  Turns out, there are like 2 other girls in film club, but neither of them want to act, so no competition- it's great!  Last night, after filming, and chatting it up with these awesome  guys, one of the guys and myself decide to go get pizza.  Keep in mind, it is 11:30 at night.  We decide, since we are already freezing, to walk.

If you didn't know already, MSU is one of the biggest college campuses.  It's huge.  So while we are chatting away, we notice we walked in a huge circle across campus.  Oops.  It's fine, we're still hungry and we venture off to Georgio's- our designated pizza place.  We get there...it's closed!  Who knew food places actually close at MSU?!  So it's now 12:15 and we decide to keep walking to Pizza House.  We get to the corner of Hagadorn and GR.  We know there is a Pizza House down Hagadorn, but we also have a hunch that there's one down GR, so we keep going straight.  Turns out..there isn't.  We end up walking to IHOP (we have probably been walking 2 or 3 miles-ish).  IHOP is opened all the time right?  Think again- they are fucking closed for cleaning!  So we decide, since Denny's is right down the road we'll just hit that up.

We roll into Denny's at 1:00 AM (thank god both of us have a late class today, or I'd be comatose).  We enjoy some pancakes and proceed to walk ALL THE WAY back.  On the way back, we see TONS of cops.  Lots of people getting pulled over, one car getting searched.  We joke around a little about them, talk about what dicks cops are, etc.

So we finally part ways and it's now 1:45-1:50 ish.  I get in my car and I'm driving home.  All of the sudden a cop is pulling me over!  Fuck!!  He asks me if I've been drinking- psht.  I wish.  He then proceeds to take my stuff and goes and sits in his car, when he comes back- it's like the heavens opened up!  He let me off for turning on a no turn on red with just a verbal warning :)  God bless his soul.  It looks like MSUPD isn't toooo awful, all of the time.

It would happen to me though, that I would have a run in with cops only weeks after being arrested.  GRR.

The Cell Phone

Someone is testing my patience..I'm about the fail in a fucking second.

So, my father works for a big cell phone company (I'm not going to name names), and I have something you call a dealer or demo line.  Basically, it's a special line you get if you know someone that 'deals' or sells this service of phones.  I've had my dealer line for 6 years- no problems.  It's a discounted price as well, which was always nice because I got unlimited service for pretty cheap.

Well, today, my awesome fucking dealer line decided to get turned off.  That's right- the company my dad corporately works for, SHUT OFF MY FUCKING PHONE.  WTF.  So here I am, feeling completely naked without my cell phone.  The worst part is I can't even call anyone to complain to.  I have to only communicate through email/AIM now.  GAY.

Yeah.  I'm annoyed.

A boring schedule.

My week:

Monday- Got back to MSU from home.  Class.  Job interview for Bath and Body Works- lets hope I get it!

Tuesday- Oh gosh-  Class, then filming for the Film Club's President's Thesis film- I play a prostitute, it's going to be cold outside, oh joy...

Wednesday- class- nothing special.

Thursday- Class, Greys!  Almost weekend :)

Friday- Hmmmm  not too sure.  maybe going to UofM- most likely not.

Saturday- MSU will beat UofM, for the first time in years.  FUCK YEAH

That's my week- I don't really have anything else going.  Sorry this post is so lame, but nothing super funny or interesting really happened to me this weekend- aside from an interesting set of text messages, which I'm not so ready to blog about.  I want to wait it out, and see where it goes first.  So, look forward to that...maybe.

Are. You. Kidding. Me?

Today has been so weird. For one, I love my friends, glad I still had fun at the tailgate and game without drinking. That's not the weird part though. The weird part is that for some reason, guys seem to think I'm just around and down for hooking up. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression but seriously, I'm not down for that shit anymore. It's not even random drunk guys, which makes it worse. It's the one's I know. The one's I hang out with. It's stupid.

I'm no one's random hookup, I'm no one's back burner girl, and I want a relationship, so unless you're down for something real, don't come barking up this tree, cause this cat won't be coming down.

Go Green zombie chica!

It is a Friday night.  I am in a dorm, studying.  WTF?  No, but seriously, it wasn't even worth going out tonight, I had tons of fun last night, not to mention tomorrow is MSU VS. OSU, I need to rest up for the awesome tailgate.  Sunday I'm filming in a movie called, "Gay of the Dead"  It's going to be amazing.  I play a zombie- sweetness.

If I'm really good in that film, then in November I get to play a chick who gets her face blown off then drowns.  FUCK YEAH!

I know, I get excited over the stupidest things.

Tomorrow-  GO GREEN!

What is going on?!

Last night I went with one of my close friends to a road rally.  Yes, this entails driving around like idiots picking up clues.  It was fun.

So, instead of waiting for the dreaded bus to come, I decided to just stay at Kara's and crash there.  It was a fun night including Insomnia Cookies (only THE best late night snack at MSU).

This morning when I left Kara's for class (cutting down about a half hour of travel/bus time from my normal morning leaving my apartment) I had an unexpected run-in.

So I'm walking along the sidewalk, minding my own business, completely zoned out, and I notice from the corner of my eye some guy walking next to me, staring at me.  About ten seconds of this goes by, me feeling completely uncomfortable, and all of the sudden the guy says, "HEY!".  I look over, and it's none other than Summer Fling.  That's right, SF.  We awkwardly walk in the same direction, chatting it up until it's time to go our separate ways to class.

After my first class (which is only a recitation, that I've only been to once before today) I start to head in the direction of my other class.  And who do I run into?  SF, AGAIN!  Again, we awkwardly exchange words, something along the lines of "We need to stop meeting like this, and you need to stop stalking me..." All in good fun, of course.

My question- Why is it, that I haven't seen this guy in almost a year, and all of the sudden, he's everywhere I turn?!

Strange..

Costumes.

That is my halloween costume --->

I know what you're thinking, "EB, what is it?"  I'm going on Halloween as a 'bomb'!  The red detail on the edges of the  costume- those are sticks of dynamite.  The necklace, it has a little clock hanging off of it (a timer, if you will), what she's holding, it's my detonator!  I love it.  In my opinion, it's one of the most original halloween costumes that you could buy.  I've never seen someone go as a bomb.  Not to mention, it's hot.  I only hope that as a brunette I can pull it off like that blonde 'bombshell'.

Okay, enough of my crappy jokes.  Can it be halloween yet?!

A Place to eat, sleep, and f*ck...I mean..

Yes, it is sad, but true.  Next year I will not be living with Roomie A, B, or C.  Here's a recap- Roomie A and I aren't as close as before, we never talk, we never really see each other, I think it's best that we don't live together (I have no idea what he plans on doing for next year).  Roomie B is waiting it out for rent to get cheaper, as well as waiting to see if his girlfriend- part of one of SO@24's definitions of a 'shitty couple'- is going to want to live with him next year, or not.  Either way, I (1) Don't want to live as far from campus as I currently am (even though drunken 7 mile walks home are one of my favorite past-times apparently), and (2) I don't want to live with a 'shitty couple'.  Roomie C, as much as I would love to live with him again, is graduating and leaving me all alone on this small planet we call MSU.  Therefore it is time for me to find someone to live with next year.

If you never went to College, or even, if you never went to MSU, the last week of September leading up to October 19 is the biggest cluster-fuck  for trying to find housing for the following year.  Everyone is picking their roommates and prepping to sign a lease, if they haven't done so already.

Unfortunately for me, it seems all of my friends that I would be willing to live with are either living with their roommates from this year, or already signed leases with other people.  So, I was left high and dry and I'm okay with that. 

I hit up a fancy little MSU website- www.allmsu.com for classifieds and found some great listings for houses, apartments, etc.  One in particular I'm super excited for (if not just because she was one of the only people to have gotten back to me so soon).  It's a two bedroom one bathroom apartment, minutes from campus (yay!), minutes from where all my friends are (double yay!), and, the best part, CHEAP rent!  Not to mention, the girl is super nice, we seem to have stuff in common and we are meeting on Friday to get a coffee and look at the apartment.

Wish me luck- as we all know, last year, going in blind in the dorms, didn't go to well (it's okay, I still love love love Roomie X)!

The only bad part of the whole thing- Penny would not be able to live there with me, that's right it's not pet friendly- nothing is unless I live where I am again- which, I REFUSE.

My mother is gonna be so stoked to get Penny for a full year...boohoo :(

All that matters is I have a place to eat, sleep, and...you know.

Life's Little Annoyances

Today was kind of an annoying day.

I'll start with this morning.  I definitely did not want to wake up this morning.  I stayed out really late at the library last night, didn't get home until 2:3o AMish, and I was just exhausted.  So getting up, was not on my priority of things to do this morning.

I ended up sleeping in, skipping my first class.  I went to my second and class and when I got there I sat in my usual seat.  One thing to know about me is, no matter how annoying the people are that sit around me I still will, for the most part, always sit in the same seat, or close to it, in my lectures.  So I sit down and first I hear these two soWHORity girls chatting away.  If you heard their conversation, you would swear they came right out of Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion.  As if how they talked wasn't annoying enough, they just went on and on and on about sorority drama.  I don't have a problem with most sorority girls, but some of them are just SO stupid.  These girls give sororities a bad name.

Once the barbies stopped complaining about sorority drama,  some 'bros' came and sat down next to me.  A question- does anyone else find it annoying when people use the word 'legit' completely abusing its definition?  I do.  I'm sitting there and they are talking about how their friends just found a house for next year, and they're so excited.  Then, one of the bros goes on to say, "Yeah that house is gonna be so legit."  In my mind I think to myself- how the FUCK does a house become 'legit'?  Not only did he say it then, but he used it at least four other times improperly. 

So once class started and all of the annoying people around me shut up (yeah I had no patience today) I noticed my phone, which was on silent, was ringing.  It was an unknown number, so as discretely as possible, I left the lecture hall to go answer it, but I didn't make it!  So now I keep wondering who the hell was calling me from an unknown number :(

When I got home, the kitchen was a mess, the roomies left dirty dishes all in the sink, and I ended up cleaning it all.

I'm hoping tonight isn't as annoying as today was.  I'm pretty much on my last nerve.

Halloween is coming up...

And it is SO tempting to go all out and buy a slutty costume.  I found some random website where they sell really cheap slutty costumes.  Then again, I want to be creative with this.  I don't know, we'll see how this pans out.

Last year around this time I was in a makeshift 'rockstar' costume consisting of a party top, jean skirt, sunglasses, and feather boa- I was trashed as can be, and getting trashy on the dance floor.  Lucky for me, no liquid courage will be involved this year :(

Fuck it.  It will still be so much fun.  It's halloween after all-I don't have to be myself :)

A Friday Night- Continued.

Remember how I was going to stay in last night and watch Roomie B's movies?  Well, before I even got the chance to pop a movie in, I was instant messaging with, we'll call him, Summer Fling (this fling took place the summer before my freshman year at MSU-2007).  We both had a lot of homework/studying to get done so I suggested we go to the library and hit the book, he agreed, and there went the idea of movies.

So we go to the library and we start to talk and next thing you know we're talking about why we didn't make it, etc etc.  Then a message comes over the loudspeaker stating that the library is going to close, so I, in my mind thinking about how we can still study but not be in an intimate setting (that could get weird), suggest that we go to the 24 hour coffee place down the road.  He, however, suggests that we go to his dorm to study.  I think about it for a second, and I think to myself, "you know, this is actually very friendly in the non-romantic sense, so that's fine".  Big mistake.

During our conversation in the car we shoot the shit, he tells me about a girl that might be coming to state in the fall that he is waiting for.  Supposedly, if everything works out and the transfer goes through, then they'll be a long-distance couple until she gets here.  I tell him about all my failed relationships since him, and it's still just friendly.

We get to the dorm, and it seems SF wants to do everything but study.  We put a movie on to watch while we hit the books.  He seemed to get a lot closer to me on the futon, when I stand up to look at something in his room he follows and gets right in my bubble.

Cut to sitting on the futon, he grabs my arm and my highlighter and starts to draw on it.  Then he takes my hand and starts playing with my rings.  All the while I'm trying to keep to studying and ignore the fact that he's coming onto me hardcore.  I don't know how it happened, but we started wrestling around a little, and I throw him off the futon, and he brings me down with him.  Next thing I know his face is less than a foot from mine.  Being cool-headed like I never am, I pull away and start the "awkward conversation".

Here's me: "What are you doing, you have a girl waiting for you, we can't do this, not to mention the fact that I'm not looking for any random hook-ups, I've had enough of those, I'm ready for something of substance."

Here' him: "Ughhh, but we're only hypothetical, it's not like we are actually dating...yet."

Here's me:  "Well like I said, regardless of her, I'm not looking for just hooking up- if you wanted to date again...maybe, but I'm not just hooking up with you."

Here's him:  "I'm not going to lie, I'm just a horny 20 year old."

So everything was settled, we got back to studying. So I thought, at least.  I glance over at SF and next thing I know he grabs me and kisses me.  Of course- stupid me, I melt.  We make out for a second- then I come to my senses and stop him.

Me: We can't do this.  What about her? Are you going to tell her you just kissed another girl.

Him: No.  We aren't dating yet.

Me: Way to start a relationship though...

Him: Ughh I'm a douchebag.

Again, the end of it, we get back to studying...

5 minutes later he's on top of me and we're making out like crazy.  Stupid Stupid Stupid me!  Lucky for us, I hear his suitemate and we stop immediately, his suitemate wanders into his room and mumbles something about taco bell, asks me my name, gets it wrong, then leave the room.  I tell SF, I need to leave...now.

I start getting my stuff together and it's like a movie- I'm standing to grab my sweatshirt, SF is looking at me, and next thing I know he grabs me and pins me against a wall and is kissing me.  I push him off, say a quick "it was nice seeing you again," and I'm off.

As disappointed in myself as I could be, because I keep telling myself I'm done with all this bullshit, I'm also pretty proud of myself for not letting it go any farther, and for leaving.  It would have been so easy and so comfortable to keep going and just spend the night there.  Good thing I left though.  That's not what I'm looking for anymore.  Not that I'm looking to find someone I'm gonna marry- but I'm sick of the random shit.  

I'm also glad to know that I can still have an interesting evening, without it involving alcohol.

A Friday Night.

Let me tell you all a little bit about Roomie B-

Roomie B and I met through Roomie A because the boys all lived together last year.  I've known them all for about a year now, and have gotten quite comfortable with them all.

Roomie B and I have weird sexual tension.  I don't know why, or how, or where it came from, but it's there.   He also has a girlfriend.  Awkward, I know.  We'll flirt, but it's all shameless... for the most part.

Anyways, Roomie B and I have recently started hanging out a little more.  Before he would always just 'hermit' around in his room, only opening the door for his girlfriend to come in, have sex with him, and then leave.  Now, he's coming out of his shell a little more.

Something else you should know about Roomie B- He has the best movie collection I've ever seen.  tons and TONS of movies- but- he never lets anyone borrow them.  He always says, "I only let people I trust watch them."

The whole reason of this blog today-

Roomie B left to go to work tonight, leaving me with explicit instructions stating:  I can borrow any movie I want tonight as long as I put it back when I'm done.

Since I have nothing better to do (read: probation) I think I'll watch 10 of them!

SCORE!

Messy Rooms, Mall Jobs, and Workers of the Night

So, I'm sitting in my all-too-messy bedroom, it's 1:12 AM, I have class at 10:20 AM, but suddenly I'm overcome with this urge to clean my room.

I'm not going to lie- when it comes to having my own room, I sometimes let it become a mess.  Not messy in the disgusting-sense of the word, but more so just clothes scattered everywhere; as if my closet exploded.  I also seem to have a lot of empty water glasses scattered on my desk.  Okay, don't be too shocked, but I counted, there are 6 empty glasses that once held water scattered on my desk.  THIS IS INSANITY.  Why, would anyone in their right mind need to have 6 empty glasses.  I obviously have been neglecting...my life?  My living situation?  My bedroom?

I think it's time for some good old-fashioned spring (read:fall) cleaning.

You're probably wondering why I'm going on and on about cleaning.  Let me tell you- it's because my creativity and motivation has run dry.  I have nothing to write today, and I'm extremely unmotivated.

On a plus note, I did go and apply for jobs today.  I got all dressed up, heals and all, and went over to good, old Meridian Mall.  Six applications, blisters (from the heals), 1/16th tank of gas (not even), and a creeper hitting on me, all to get only ONE interview.  That's right, just one.  Not only is it an interview for a mall job *rolls eyes* but it's a group interview.  Gosh I hate these things.  

On the other hand, about an hour ago when I went to IHOP with the lovely Calla, I ran into my ex-roommate Roomie X.  She was with some theatre friends and one of them so kindly (after I gushed about what a shitty saturday I had locked up) told me about his job.  You see, he works night reception desk at one of the dorms.  This entails going to work at 11:30 PM and staying until 6 AM.  Considering Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays my classes don't start until 2 PM, this sounded perfect.  He said he'd put a good word in, so we will see what will come of it.

Well, well, well.

So I went to court today and got my pre-trial date- woohooo! NOT. While I was there, though, another guy went to stand in front of the judge. Not only did he have 4, yes that's right FOUR MIPs under his belt, but he was there for ANOTHER one and for peeing in public- not to mention the fact that he was only born in 1990! How does someone get into that much trouble being that young?! I bet his parents want to kill him.

A fun little statistic for you- 60% of MSU students graduate with a degree and an MIP- so if they haven't gotten one yet, I'm sure they will eventually- the odds are against them.


Anyways- I'm sure you're sick of hearing about my legal issues so I will move on. I have to credit SO@24 for the awesome song he has on his blog today. It totally fits- Up and Up by Relient K.

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.

Good news! I aced my accounting exam. I'm in complete shock. I don't know how I did it, but I did.

Bad news (as if it could compete with this weekend..)- I took my macro exam yesterday evening...not so good. I'm waiting to hear how bad I did, when I know, I'll update all of you wonderful people.

There really isn't any ugly, I just liked the title.

So, I got my absentee ballot in the mail yesterday, and I filled it out. Michigan's ballot has a couple proposals on it, one being "should marijuana be legalized for medical purposes?" I was just wondering what all of your opinions are one that [I already voted what I think, but I just want to know what YOU think :) ]

It feels good to have that stress of voting over and done with, but at the same time, what if something MAJOR happens politically, something so major that I would vote a different way? Then I don't get to... that would suck.

The aftermath.

Well, as if yesterday couldn't be worse, on my way home from jail, I had to puke. Roomie A so kindly picked me up, and was not so happy when he had to pull over to let me puke all that nasty alcohol that had NOT been absorbed by the food they DIDN'T give me.

So I get home, call the rents- ball on the phone for a couple more hours before I'm finally tired enough to fall asleep. I drove home to my hometown today, crying the whole way, only to get home to cry some more..needless to say- I'm all cried out.

The talk with the parents made me want to die. My dad is super disappointed. My mom too. It's going to be a shitty semester..that's all I can say.

Doing my time.

I got arrested. That's right. Tailgate was no good to me, a cop saw me sip a beer, and boom! MIP handed out, and cuffs are on. Spent 10 hours in jail. No food, no blankets, nothing but my sorry self and one of my friends (thank god). Have to say this has probably been the worst day I've ever had. At least I know my tax dollars are hard at work :(

I was so wrong.

Remember how I said that nothing more would probably ever come of Neighbor Boy and I? I was wrong. I was so so wrong.

Here's the scene:
We're at his apartment (2.5 feet away from my apartment) and everyone is smashed. People are making out left and right, Zumi Zumi is going on consistently in the kitchen (drinking game), all the "cool" kids have congregated outside to smoke. Neighbor boy needs to go help people find his apartment and thinks it's totally cool to drive his motorcycle. Myself, being the awesome hero of the night decides to duke it out with him and not let him ride his bike. I won, of course, and I walked with him to pick up his friends.

On the walk:
We start hashing it out about "what happened" how he interpreted the fact that I told him that I was scared of getting into another shitty relationship, and wanted to take it slow, as this chick doesn't know what she wants, run for the hills. Apparently, on the date he took me on as well- he said- I looked like shit- as if I had just came from the Gym. My clothes were too average, and my hair looked like crap...sound like an asshole? Perfect! Apparently thats my type.

CUT TO THE APARTMENT.

Roomie B drunkenly states he wants Taco Bell. Myself, thinking that Taco Bell is an awesome idea, volunteers to drive. Then gets her keys taken away and gets into a screaming fight with Neighbor Boy and Roomie B.

I decide to go to bed, put my PJs on and Neighbor Boy texts me. Next thing I know I've invited him over and we drunkenly make out.

Hate to say it (no, I really don't hate to say it) but it's ending here- fucker said I looked like shit on our date- he literally only gave me 5 minutes to get ready.

The end.

Homecoming.

This weekend is homecoming weekend at MSU. Tonight there was a parade that caused the roomies and I some great inconvenience when it came to getting home from classes. Tomorrow is tailgating and then the football game against Iowa!

Tonight roomie A, his Beau, and myself are going to go see Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. I can't wait considering it's one of those movies I've been looking forward to seeing for a while now. Then we'll probably hang out around the apartment, playing waterfall and drinking beers beers beers :)

Good thing I'm done with my Accounting exam, which by the way I think I did very well on! Now I just have to do the same on my Macro exam on Monday.


I'll update later about how the movie is :)

Obama Speaks!

So I went to the Obama rally at MSU today with Stephanie. Overall the experience was kind of fun, minus the freezing cold weather, rain, and crowded Adam's Field.

It started off with different political figures speaking at the podium- Debbie Stabanow (Mi Senator), Democratic candidate for some MSU board position, and democratic candidate for Judge. One thing that really annoyed me- and LOTS of other Obama supporters/anyone at the event, was that they had a reverend make a speech before he came on. Not only was it a reverend but it was a reverend who recited a prayer to us about god. Not only was it a prayer to god, but it was also a prayer to J.C. I don't know who was in charge of having this man speak, but whoever was made a big mistake. One thing that I liked about Obama before was the fact that he didn't bring religion into politics. Having that reverend say a prayer to J.C. was a huge blow, in my opinion, to the democrat's political campaign.

Other than that- if you want to know what Obama had to say, go look at his website. It's pretty much just his campaign platform for the economy. I would love for everything he said to happen- but where are we getting the money to accomplish it all?






/end of political rant.