College Life... Random and Pointless.

Here are some VERY random and pointless stories for you, if you have nothing better to do.

So first story, I got a car! That was really exciting for me. However, coming back to Cedar was really obnoxious, because apparently I forgot that everyone I asscociate with down here is just that-- obnoxious. Everyone had some dumb comment or question about my buying a car...
"OH my goodness, what an awesome christmas present!" Uh, no, this is not a gift, this is mine.
"Are you happy you have a car for the snow?"...... You know, I'm not sure whether getting hypothermia on a bike or the being warm in a car makes me happier, let me get back to you on that... moron question.

One of my roommates was queen of the most obnoxious statement: "You know you'll have to pay for gas and stuff now."

Please enlighten me on what it means to own a car.
OR actually one of my co-workers was probably the worst: "Kathleen, I didn't know you knew how to drive!"

People are idiots. That's all about that. I didn't know I had so much frustration about it bottled up, I apologize.


ANYWAYS. Back to my pointless stories.

So second story, I got to hold a tarantula! Hailey's roommate the freak hammock boy bought one as a pet, and I got to go play with it for a little bit. It's name is Satan. Hailey is terrified of spiders, so I'm very proud of her for living with it this long.

Third story, I went into the institute building one day and this kid wearing this hideous mexican poncho thing was like singing, and rocking back and forth in front of this painting. He was special ed of some kind, but (creepy me), I just watched him for a second... and then I looked around me, and  seeing everyone else in that building made me realize that he was the most interesting, and coolest one in there. Everyone else was being so obnoxious and fake and all like, "OMG I love your face, where did you get it?" and here was poncho kid just enjoying real art all by himself. I wish I would have introduced myself, but I didn't want to interrupt or anything.

Fourth story, (long one, sorry.) Donating blood!! Woot! I was so excited for this blood drive, Hailey and Ryan invited me to go with them and I was like HECK yes. Because, I've always wanted to do it, but I was either too young, too skinny, or running track/xc. But now I am old, fat and useless! So it was time. I actually got super nervous while we were in the waiting area, because I started to think about how I have a history of anemia, and blacking out. I started getting really scared that I would black out afterwards and like, pee my pants or something really embarrassing.

But then the guy called me back and pricked my finger and all, and he told me my iron levels were excellent. SO I was like, awesome, I have zero anemia! Then the lady came and got me all hooked up and got the needle in fine, and I donated a bunch of blood! It was done so fast, and I felt great. I stood up and I wasn't light headed at all. I went and got some juice and some snacks, and then I walked over to the library to study and "recover".

I went into the basement of the library, no one ever goes there because it's far from everything else. I just sat there, resting, eating, listening to music and studying. I did this for about 30 minutes and I felt super great. Then, all of a sudden my ears started to ring so badly, it felt like my head was going to explode. I whipped out my headphones, hoping it would stop, but it only got worse. Then my vision went completely black and I couldn't see a single thing for like 10 minutes straight! NO exaggerating, I had my head between my legs for what seemed like an hour, hoping the blood would circulate. I have never experienced a black out like this before; I was conscious, but I couldn't see and felt like I was under water.

Eventually I think my animal instincts started to take over or something because all I could process was that I needed water really bad, and I needed to get upstairs to get it... you are thinking, "Wow you idiot, standing up is just what you need right now..." but let me tell you, the brain processing is not very functional in this mental state. So I clutched onto the table and stood up very slowly. Surprisingly, I started to regain my vision! I could make out outlines and color shades, like a black and white movie. I grabbed my backpack, and started walking towards the staircase.

Now, there was one other kid down there, but he had his headphones in, facing a slightly different direction. I'm sure he saw some of this display, but I don't actually know, because I was blind. I looked back at him to make sure he wasn't watching me, but he wasn't so that was a relief. My vision was coming back in small slow bursts. I started to walk up the stairs, but then my head got worse again, and my legs started to give out. I was tripping a lot, so I grabbed the railing with both hands and I began hiking up them and holding on for dear life. I probably looked like the biggest moron in the place.

I imagine it was kinda like this:

All I remember was that I was climbing the stairs like an idiot and then the next thing I knew, I was waking up, face down on the staircase. I don't know how long I was laying there, but no one was around so that was good. I got up and crawled the rest of the way. Once I got to the landing before the main level I was standing and my vision was back! Except everything was EXTREMELY bright. I felt like a mole coming out of it's black hole...

...And like Gollum

My legs were back to normal, so I walked over to the student center to buy a gianormous bottle of water. Once I got to the convenience store place in there, the brightness had seceeded, and other than general light-headedness I was completely fine again. It was horrible and I never want to experience that again.

Fifth story, I had a homemade Navajo taco thing and it was pretty much the most delicious thing ever. As you know, my roommate Tara is Navajo, and she will whip out her culture on us sometimes. She made fry bread and then you put chili and cheese and I guess whatever else you want on top of it... It was amazing. I could actually feel the fat building up as it went down to my stomach.

Sixth story, my history professor is a KOOK. But an awesome kook. He is from Texas and has the crazy drawl and he is just crazy in general. He has some radical ideas about life and history and politics, but he always presents them in such a way that makes you wish he'd tell you everyone's life story as your bedtime story for the rest of your life. He is very intense, and I've never had a teacher capable of making ancient history so interesting. (He's good at his job.)

Seventh story, I watched every episode of Freaks and Geeks in only two days. There are only 18 episodes and it made me super depressed when it "ended". There was no real ending and it left me hanging.... for the rest of my LIFE. :( :( I'm still in mourning obvs. And I wish that young Jason Segal or young James Franco would come and marry me.

YES please.

No, THIS is where time travel would come in handy.

And on those two beautiful notes, I end this lengthy post. (Sorry that I am always long winded, I don't know what is wrong with me.)