Motivation or Boredom?

I know it's been much too long for this to be acceptable, but hey! Here we are! I can't quite explain the reason for this. It's one of the two in the title I think. Either I'm feeling extremely motivated to do stuff, or I'm extremely bored and therefore doing stuff.

Finished painting my room today! It looks good, but where the wall meets the ceiling, (I feel like there should be a name for that but anywho) there are spots where I missed. Most people I point it out to roll their eyes and walk away. But a tiny bit of the wall is white still and THE WALLS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GREEN. Twitch. All I can look at are those stupid white wall-ceiling-cracks! It will be fixed. Otherwise I will go insane.

Here are my ten favorite pics from Cali... the order means nothing. I like them all for very different reasons.
























Yes, there are 11 pictures. Deal with it.

I Forgive You

Went to Green Lake with P House! It was a rainy, cool weekend but we still had a great time... a lot of it spent outside.

Of course there had to be an ice breaker... who would have thought something involving balloons could get so violent. This was Kira before the battle. Doesn't she look happy and peaceful?


This was Hannah after the battle. Please compare.


What transpired between these two pics? Two teams went up against each other. There was one person on each team that had balloons taped to them. There were four other people who tried to protect their own person and steal balloons from the other team's balloon person.

It was hard core.

People were rolling around on the ground trying to grab balloons and run them over to their person, pens were used to pop balloons, at least two people were bleeding at the end of it... it was pretty bad.

My favorite mental image was when I looked over and Hannah was huddled in the corner, clutching the one sole balloon we had left in her arms as if cradling her most precious possession.

Oooh babay! Look at that bokeh!


There's this huge tower up on top of this hill. There's 120 stairs to get up the hill, and then within the tower there's this cramped spiral staircase that goes up forever and ever. Just when you assume you'll never make it to the top... it takes five more minutes.

This is the hill leading to the tower.


It's a really pretty view... but through a wire fence.








Now they don't want this tower to be broken into so there's a key you have to get at the lobby which opens up the padlock so you can go in. Eric had the brilliant idea, when half of us headed down, to lock the rest of everyone in. Don't they look diabolical? This is us hiding quietly right around the corner so we could hear them but they couldn't see us.


Then Connor, who had the key, threw it so it was just out of arm reach, but still visible. Can you see it lying on the ground? It's there.


Some of us then played ultimate frisbee! I lost every single game (we played three). Of course, this was when we wanted it to rain and mother nature refused us.


Chris was pretty hard core. Very willing to dive and catch the frisbee.


Chris is my fav part of this pic.


Precious. As always.


I do believe this is Maria the stick girl.

Is That Your Friend?

So I think I might be a real estate major. But I figure I shouldn't declare yet, because as soon as I do I'm going to decide I want to be a... pet psychologist or a plummer or something.

We're not even going to talk about my absenteeism. I'll try to be better. See what's inspiring me right now is this guy named Peter Raisch. He spoke at an LRCR event all about social networking and it was awesome. So, I'm restarting twitter, restarting my blog, and about to join LinkedIn.

We have begun a hot guy wall. Flashback to freshman year... for more than just that reason.

I feel extremely lazy with only 13 credits. It's weird having free time. I don't know if I like it.

These are some of my favorite pics!










Starting out slow. Maybe my next post will be better. :) No promises.

Swing Those Mustard Hips!

Week "two" down! Surprisingly, we still haven't had a Monday of classes yet. Weird, right?

I tried getting a picture of my lecture halls but it just wasn't working out. I'm going to have to try harder in the future. Here's what I have as of now... this is at my Finance lecture. Someone said they were kind of afraid of the business lectures because they're like huge pits, and now that I take a step back and look at it, they really are kind of intimidating. I've just gotten used to them.


So real estate is kind of freaking me out. She said multiple multiple times, "There is a ton of math, if you don't like math, get out now." And although I'm ok with math, I'm not exactly an avid fan of math. Especially when I have Finance this semester as well.

This week seems to have been inundated with Pres House events, which can be daunting at times, although they are always fun. The major event of the week was the "Kickoff Carnival". We had sno cones, a photo booth, mustard bowling, balloon hats, marshmallow golf... the list goes on. It was a lot of fun. :)

Along with the mustard bowling, Hannah also had a mustard costume. Christy pretty much rocked it.


So if the name didn't tip you off, Mustard bowling is like bowling, only using (empty) mustard containers. Of course, there are other uses for mustard containers.


She would.


Then of course there were the balloon hats...








Then there was the marriage of the two... mustard AND balloon hats? Always a good idea.


And after 2.5 hours of doing nothing but socializing and eating sno cones, cotton candy, cookies, frosting, and lemonade... there was a lot of hyperactivity to wear off. Therefore dancing ended up going down. It really was a beautiful sight. Surreal almost.






Sexy, isn't it?


This is our upstairs neighbor, David.


On Friday, Mandy and her roommates were having a party. A huge party. There were 115 confirmed guests on the facebook invite. Way too huge. But, we felt obligated to go. Right when we got there they ran out of cups; they had already sold all 150 that they'd bought. So we attempted to go into the house. Let me tell you, I might have enjoyed this as a Freshman, but I am long past the point where this would be fun. There were hundreds of bodies packed into the dark (it was a highlighter/black light party) sweaty, smelly basement. Why are the images so foggy? Because it was a nice cool night outside, but when we went inside there was probably a 20 degree difference and my camera lens fogged up and we didn't stay down in the mess long enough for it to de-fog.






On the upside, Mandy showed us around her room/apartment that wasn't full of people and it's really adorable.

It's In My Mouth! You Got it In My Mouth!

Classes have begun!!! It feels good. I am so ready to not be at Micro (or Feedbag which is a deli in the Vet. Sciences building. I know, the name isn't pretty. But neither is the Feedbag.) 24/7. The last day was just frustrating enough to push me over the edge into ripping hair out stage. At least Alyssa (from work) made muffins! It was the one bright point in the day.

It says: For Haley, Hope the Feedbag doesn't suck too much.


Don't they look delicious?!


So the stupid idea of the week definitely came on Monday. At our party, I was the brilliant one who was like "Laur!!! You're leaving for Spain! Write your name on our entryway wall!!!" Which of course she did. Because really, who doesn't love drawing on walls? No one. Obvi everyone wanted in on that, so the wall ended up being a masterpiece (maybe not the right word) of names and doodles. Unfortunately though, the wall crossed over to another wall, and someone swore.

We all decided the swearing had to go. (We are going to keep this house classy!) So, Allie (Alyssa Sands, I'm trying to get the nickname to stick so I can keep her and Alyssa Hopkins straight) being the responsible one in the house, went out and bought some paint at an art store. But it was a tiny can, and you could still see the writing through the blotches that didn't match the regular wall color.

I remembered seeing rusty old paint cans in the basement when we went to look at the breakers when our power went out. We went and grabbed one of the cans, pried it open and looked into a can full of brown nastiness. So we stirred it and it became chunky yellow nasty that had a layer of "paint' on top. So we used it. We didn't have paint brushes, but we did have sponges.

On the wall it went. And with any painting, it got on us as well. Lyss was the first to head to the sink while Allie and I were still painting. We heard her laugh/cry from the kitchen, "It isn't coming off!"

We went to try and get the paint off of us, but had no more luck, the water just repelled off the paint, and soap didn't help. So, we got out all the nail polish remover in the house, and that did work a lot better, but we definitely still had paint everywhere. Then, Lyss had the brilliant idea to convince Em, who had no idea the paint wasn't coming off, to let her give her "war paint". This resulted in retribution, and in the end, I don't think any of us were too happy.

On top of that, the paint smelled AWFUL. Not like paint awful... Lyss said it smelled like burning hair, I thought sulfur... we all agreed it was really really bad. The smell has definitely gotten better after five days, but if you get your nose too close to the wall, you can still smell it.

Surprising as it may seem, the wall did turn out well. Mission accomplished I guess.






All the roomies are finally here!!! I'm sad I'm not in this.


Want to join our band? The garbage cans were purposeful... not my idea.




Lyss prolly won't like this pic, but I do. True emotion! I think she gives me this look a lot.




So I haven't worked up the courage to whip my camera out before lecture... but next week I swear!! It's going down. I'll give you guys a pic of Finance and Eng. 215 or something so you can compare the niceness of the Bus. school to the crappiness of Humanities which are the two buildings I have class in. You can definitely tell who makes the money.

In Finance, it was the greatest ever! Belinda is the Fin. 300 prof, and she's British with an awesome life. Anyway, this guy came in about ten minutes late with a long board. Nonchalantly, in a packed lecture hall of 200 students, she says, "That must not be a very fast mode of transportation." And then is about to go on when the whole class starts cracking up. She starts laughing as well and I believe the only one not laughing was the guy with the long board, and he hadn't heard what she said so he just stood there looking lost and confused. It only helped the situation. I may hate Finance this next semester, but I think I'll still like Belinda.

Over and out.