Ultimate Frisbee

Having Friends makes everything better. Just in case you were wondering. I hated this place last year, I only had about... two friends. This year, which has only been three weeks long so far though it seems like months, has been a blast. I actually have a group of friends that actually enjoy doing things. Doing things is like... a new phenomenon to me. We go get food late at night and we hang out all day. I enjoy this.

These are my friends. We are on an ultimate Frisbee team together. I used to hate Ultimate Frisbee. I really suck at throwing Frisbees. Like... really bad. But, Ultimate is actually rather fun. I have been hating on it for a year now, and I will now retract my statement. I enjoy it. I can catch semi-well, so that is what I do. I actually scored a point in our first game. Our whole team scored. We kinda owned. 19-2. Eternal Flame! Yes.
But getting to the point. WHO THE F*** MADE UP ULTIMATE FRISBEE? Who made up Frisbees in general. Who named them Frisbees? What drugs were they on? Like, think about it for a minute. That is intensely weird stuff right there. "Yea Imma throw this plate thing in the air and see if it flys! Then were gunna make a game where you can't walk around. You have to pass it to other people." "Sounds good to me! Pass me more weed please."

Just saying. Drugs make weird things happen.

Late Night Runs

What is the point of a late night run you may ask?
Chips.
The ability to eat chips late at night is Uh-mazing. So you run a loop around campus then come back to your friend's dorm and you eat chips and extremely unhealthy ranch dip.
For reals.

Eighty-five dollar Nike Free Runs... totally worth it.

Glasses

I think my new glasses are cool, okay?
















Ya'll are just jealous.

First Day of School

The first day of school is always slightly awkward, and yet so exciting. At least for me it is. Because not only do you get to start new classes, but you get to meet new people. I actually think I made some friends today. Yea, so proud of myself. I am a really odd mixture of outgoing and shyness, so I end up being really awkward and annoying when I first meet people. Kinda sucks.
The most important realization I came to today was, well okay there are two realizations.
#1: My house, is kinda far away from everything, and it makes it difficult to survive. I have no resting place of my own. I just hang out in other people's rooms. Sorry people.
#2: I look like this guy that lives in the freshman dorm from the back. My friend, Firend, asked my RA from last year if she had seen me and she replied,"Yea she's sitting right there!" ..... Pointing at the random dude with the long blonde curly hair. Kill me now. I look like a man. :(
I actually am extremely tired because I stayed out late with some of my new friends. Yea. I'm that cool.

Question. Am I the only one who thinks that "totes" is an awesome abbreviation of totally?

Party, Quiz!

Summer is definitely coming to an end. I have successfully packed one suitcase full of things that I will need in Washington, but never ever need here. California. Such a lovely place. Why did I decided to go to school in gloomy Spokane? No one will ever know. 'Cept Jesus. That guy knows everything. So anyways.
Main topic today: Lyrics to songs.
I think I should make a special section, of sorts, for lyrics to songs. For those of you who don't know me very well, I love to sing. I sing along with the radio all the time in the car, but I have horrible hearing or something because I do not understand lyrics to songs. Usually I will just mumble along with the song because I know that I do not know the words. But, on "rare" occasions (aka "all the time") I think that I know the real lyrics and so I sing along my bizarre version. I don't know why I always seem to think that these random phrases make sense in the song, but I suppose it is something we all do. Right? No? Just me? Okay.
It is time for "Jenae's Mistaken Lyrics!"
So, Enrique has this new song "I Like It", and yes, I do like it, but that is besides the point. In the song he says "Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever" (I had to Google the lyrics for that). I for a good month or so have been singing the lyrics thusly: "Party, *mumble*, Fiesta, Prueba." For those of you who do not speak Spanish, "prueba" means "quiz". Why I thought Enrique was trying to tell us "Party, Quiz!" I have no idea. But it just really sounds like it. Think about it next time you hear the song. I don't seem so nuts now do I?

P.S. KARAMU? Googled it. It's a feast on the sixth day of Kwanzaa. Enrique is not African-American. He does NOT celebrate Kwanzaa. "Party, Quiz" isn't seeming like such a weird lyric anymore is it? Mmmhmmmm.

Actually About School

So here is my first post that is actually about being in college. Shocker, huh? So, let me get to it then.
I roomed with my best friend from high school my freshman year. But my dear Toaster has decided to not return to Whitworth for her second year, so I had to get a new roommate. The two or three people that I could possibly tolerate sharing a room with had already found roomies for the coming year. So I had the brilliant idea of getting a single room. I went ahead and signed up for a single room, before realizing that my dream personal getaway was an extra $1,000 each year. My father pays for my college education, but when I sweetly begged for him to drop an extra thou he refused. With my pitiful job, there's no way I can make enough to pay for my room and have money for expenses throughout the school year. So I've been sweating, about to call the school and switch rooms. When a beam of light comes down from heaven in e-mail form. This e-mail said that Whitworth had over booked dorms, so there was no room for the freshmen. They asked for students who were willing to move off campus into houses that they were going to provide, right across the street from school. People! I was like "Saweet!" I read on to find, not only would I get a single room, probably bigger than the one on campus, but I would get a $350 rebate. This is the best thing that has happened to me, like... ever. I am living in a house across the street form my school, I will get my own room (pretty sure) and I made $350! So good. Everyone. I am liking my life.

Side note: I have no idea who I am living with. When I get that information, that will be its own whole post.

Wisdom Teeth

*Insert witty line about why should they have named them wisdom teeth if we are just gonna get them yanked out when we are in our twenties.*
But, for reals people? Who was like... "Yea, wisdom teeth, perfect nickname for 'em." Oh well. The real issue here is that I am not famous on YouTube. I was not hilariously delirious when I awoke from my tooth fairy stupor. I was actually rather aware of what was going on, which really made it suck. My mom had gone to the grocery store nearby to get me pudding and such, so she hadn't made it back yet by the time they were done with my surgery. Fricken' A people! Don't torture me. Leave me under till my mommy is there to hold me in her arms. Sure I'm 5'10" and my mom is only 5'4" or-so. I don't care! When I want my mom to hold me, I want my mom to hold me, Dammit!
Anywho, so I wake up lying on a random bed thing in the back room of the dentist office, the nice ladies say to me "Oh, you'll be ready to go home in a few minutes." I suddenly realize I do not have the ability to talk because my entire lower face is numb, and also due to the numbness, my tongue is choking me, with the gauze's help naturally. I just laid there trying to breathe through my nose as the mailman for the dentist office comes in and is unloading boxes right next to me.
AWESOME!!! Random dude looking at me with a mouth full of bloody gauze. Love my life. When I finally got home I was thirsty beyond belief. I took the gauze out of my mouth and poured a "sip" of water into my mouth. I ended up getting a sip down my throat and the rest of the bloody mess all over myself and the floor. Fail.

So I've really just been chilling on the couch at home ordering as many movies OnDemand as I possibly can because it is my parents' bill not mine. Muahaha!
I am in day 3 of recovery. My face has swelled into a complete square. I find it rather comical. Vicodin is my friend. It makes me a little dizzy, but not crazy high or sick. So, sadly, I did not get the YouTube video hit that I had hoped out of this fiasco. I did get through alive though. And my mommy is taking good care of me.



"I'm so thirsty. It's peculiar. It's quite peculiar."