Dear Guys Upstairs

The following is inspired by another blog I saw. I am not quite clear on the name of the blog, but it involved a guy who wrote letters to his female neighbors upstairs. I feel that the time has come for me to use the same tactic.

Dear Douches above me,

What the hell is going on up there? Are you running laps around your room? Is there some sort of furniture that needs to rotated in a circle and dropped every five minutes? Perhaps there is an elephant in your room. How the hell could there be an elephant in the room? Did you put it in the elevator or simply drag it up the stairs? It is in fact Wednesday night, so it is highly improbable that you are inebriated. How can you make so much noise? I hope the elephant is okay.

Sincerely,
Your downstairs neighbor.

*Ok so it wasn't that great, but give me a break, I have had all the creativity drained out of me.

I Don't Know

If anyone reads this (which I have my doubts), I just want to die. I recently have had not the best .news. I feel like I am so alone now. I can't talk about it and every time I think about I become more depressed. I cannot understand why this is happening to me. I really think that I cannot handle this alone...why do I have to be alone? I really wish I could be numb for this.

So...I've Been Thinking

Without having classes to occupy my mind, many things have come forward. And if anyone is reading this, which I have my doubts, you are the lucky receiver of the following rant:

We spend our entire childhood being told that we are special and unique, but then we spend the rest of our lives trying to find someone like us.

Welp that's basically it. Have a good life!

Injury update

Due to recent events that are transpiring, I am going to keep an injury list:

January 1-broken eardrum with wire necklace

February 14-sprang ankle on stairs in St. Mary Hall

March 14- burned with boiling water at home while killing chickens

April 28- lost voice due to loss of sleep

May 22- bruised my ass on the stairs

June 24- brother hit me...arm is still numb

July 1 and 12- You do not even want to know

August 1- Cat tried to assassinate me. Fell 3/4 of the way down the stairs on my tailbone.

September- I survived September! Praise Jesus!

October

November

December

It's Hot Outside

So...umm yeah, I know what you are thinking, another post, fantastic. Welp here she goes. First off it is figgin' hot outside, but I feel great because I am sitting in an air-conditioned room, in my underwear. It feels fantastic.

Now for a little segment I like to call, what I learned.
So for a quick update. I recently joined a website called okcupid.com I love this site, it is so fun. I have even gotten a few friends to join. Anyways, I have met some pretty awesome people through it, but I have come to this theory.

Younger men are looking for sex.
Older men are looking for someone to impregnate.

No offense, I am sure there are some nice guys out there, but I have found this to be true in my situation. ***Sigh***

That is all citizens. (Sorry, lame post)

This Shit Sucks

Okay, so here is an update to those of you who are interested in my life. 2010 will go down as the year of injuries. I believe this year to be the year that I have acquired the most injuries in my life...(If you are reading this, I hope you realize this is going to be a pity party so you should stop reading now. OK, if you are still reading, I am going to say sorry, but I warned you). I rung in the new year by breaking my eardrum. I spent my Valentine's Day by getting a sprained ankle. And I ended March by getting a second degree burn on my stomach (which I am pretty sure has become infected and will probably end up killing me, damn you Disney). On the plus side, I have been corrupting my friends by making them join a dating website. So tune in next time for fml...night all.

The Christmas Tree Looks So Pretty When It Is On Fire

So, I am back. Nothing too eventful has happened. To ring in 2010, I broke my ear drum. Now I find myself directing a play (this is the first time that I have done this) and it is giving me stress pains like none other. Well back to my focus, a friend (very dear to my heart) texted me over the break (a few days before Christmas) and this is what she had to say:





(HER): I have a new family story for you. Our neighbors are pot smokers and there [<---this is not a typo] vent is attached to the one on my bathroom. I have been in there wrapping present with the door shut all day. Im flying high and mother is pissed.

(ME): Lol. At least you feel good

(HER ): I feel like a feather but my head is pounding. I feel funny. Not a good funny. I bet i could be very graceful right now.

(ME): What am I gunna do with you?

(HER): Evict my neighbors or come over and join me. And we can invite alyssa and brandon and anyone else.

(ME): I don't think that I can do either.

(HER): Ok. Your probably right. This is a smelly dilemma. Im supposed to be teaching [a dance class] in about an hour. My mouth hurts and i have to teach a class

(HER): Im making a christmas chain out of paper. Its difficult Glue is gross

(ME): I am kinda tempted to call you right now.

(HER): Not good choice. Mom is near and she wont want to hear high me. I say what is on my mind without thinking. Bad bad bad

(ME): Well if it makes you feel any better, I am not feeling to well today.

(HER): Christmas cookies make me feel better. Eat some now.

(ME): I don't think that would be the best choice for me.

(HER): Ok well more for me. I was in there close to two hours. I got side tracked while wrapping a lot and i painted my nails red. With glitter I made a choice to sit in my room and not be social with family. But I was wrapping there gifts. I could not let them see. Christmas would be pissed. Thats how it went down. Down town down. To the town. I should write.

On a side note, this story is 100% true. Some things have been edited to secure the identity of certain peoples, but other than that, that is my Christmas break.