I am not a human being

Snow, coffee, more food, dog hair, lil wayne; basically what has summed up the past two days. I'm in a funk today but I am really determined to write something. So, it just so happened that New Jersey, in particular New York metro area, even more particularly Hudson, Bergen and Essex Counties, AND yes even more specifically the town of Kearny, North Arlington, and Lyndhurst received a measely 30 inches of snow last night. For those of you who are geographically incompetent, I'm talking about here.
If you look closely enough you can probably see my house and if you look even closer you can probably find my cars that ar....oh wait no you can't. You cant find my cars because they are completely covered in that white frozan vapor. Allow me to begin my saying that last night I went to a Christmas dinner/party/shabang that was really nice. I even received a bottle of wine and some other alcohol-supporting trinkets from an unknown gift-giver (Danny). About ten of us gathered at our good friends house. Noreen was the host, an exceptional host at that, and there was a plethora of foods to choose from to nibbe on or gorge through. Atrichoke dip, vegetables, mac&cheese, some beany thing, steak, pepperoni rolls (yumBO!)

Although everything looked good, there was one item that really irked me. I do not know what it was, I did not dare to try it. (Take a look for yourself). Slightly resembles cheese topped by dog food and then topped by some regurgitated dog food. The snowman made a nice touch I guess. Ha in the picture on the right it says the word "drink" next to....it. How fitting, after eating any of that a drink would certainly be in order. Other than that, some unnecessary arguing caused by the "yakee" swap or whatever it was called, and my unsportsman like attitude whilst playing Taboo, I would give last night an 8 out of 10. That is the party, not what happened after.
Well, as you know NJ got pummled with snow last night so Nick and I left the dinner around nine because, well, we had to leave sometime. Before I go any further I need to say that I have a tendency to heavily elaborate when I tell/write/type (true) stories so I'm going to try a new strategy and not get so into it. I am going to explain this story in ten sentences, whether they be fragments or run on. Heree we goooooooo...

1. There is more than a foot of snow on the ground at this hour but less than two.
2. Leave the party, walk to the car, spend fifteen minutes trying to get the car out of the parking space.
3. Finally get out of spot and drive 3 mph to PJ's house in order to drop him home.
4. Leave PJ's house, nervously drive up the streeetz hoping no one is coming, go throuh a few red lights (but really what cop is going to pull us over) and this part of the drive was pleasant.
5. Turn down Magnolia Avenue and get stuck; Try to get un-stuck but fail; try to shew away some Mexicans.
6. 20 minutes later, still stuck.
7. I run home which in only a block away and get a shovel.
8. I run back, unshovel Nicks car, he becomes unstuck.
9. I walk home, Nick attempts to drive to his home, he gets stuck.

10. I take this lovely picture

Nick was stuck for another hour, and I fail at telling stories in under 10 lines. Here's some more photos; dinner/stuck/shoveling party

Tis the season...

..for baking, gingerbread houses, screaming at others while driving, and wasti...I mean spending money. I am unofficially going to introduce you to one of the people in my life that knows me best, my "bffl"; Ladies and gents, meet Nicholas.


Yep, that's his real hair. He's a beauty. Anyway, I only introduce him because well he is a staple in mostly all of my stories, true or not. So last night my other good pal, Jim gave me a call and said he needed to bake cookies for his office Christmas party. I offered to help because well, lets face it, I am the best baker on this side of the Mississippi. We bought really dark chocolaty cookie mix and decided to add an obscene amount of peanut butter, concocting a really disgustingly atheistically unpleasing batter. Here is nick hard at work.
Ahha well the cookies turned out well, besides the fact that they looked like small mounds of Pterodactyl poop. But they didn't taste like that. :D

The next holiday endeavor was attempting to construct gingerbread houses. After purchasing an obnoxious amount of graham crackers, twizzlers, and other various sweet treats, the building began. Nick was oddly determined to create the best house and (un)intentionally turned it into a competition. (Truly, he was the only one was competing. You are your own worst critic, right?) Well, anyway, Nicks house did indeed turn out beautifully. Out mutual friend, Caroline, also constructed a really nice, spacious might I add, gingerbread house. Mine, well, eh, it started out alright but somewhere along the way it morphed into an alien house.

This is Caroline's really big house. If all three of these houses were lined up, (I know, shit, I fail at taking a picture of the three of them lined up. Ugh) this would be the neighbor that everyone likes, but they don't have any money so they try really hard to decorate elaborately for Christmas in order to mask their poorness.

This is Nick's house. At this point it was only in the beginning stages, but it was much more elaborate and neatly decorated at the end. On the make believe block of gingerbread houses, his house would be home of the pretentious family that no one likes and the family that tries way too hard to impress everyone else on the block by attempting to over-embellish their house wit too many holiday decorations. This family is at the core of everyone's hate during the holiday season. The one-uppers if you will. They have no friends.

And, well, there's not much to be said about the alien house. These are the weird neighbors that no one talks to. There's a weird smell coming from their house, they never leave their house, and they are just weird. They are creepily too quiet and sometimes Mrs. Johnson calls the cops on them because she just feels the need to. I mean, come on, there's an alien sculpture in their front yard.

Ariel view of the neighborhood.

Oh my, who are you?

Oh dear it has been terribly too long since I have written a damn thing about my life. Every single time I sit down and try to anything (seriously, anything) I find myself thinking about everything and absolutely anything else I could possibly do. Eg: clean the bathroom; check the pantry for mice; decide that I need to go food shopping; decide that it would be beneficial to study (but don't); decide to check if the toilet paper needs to be changed; etc. But now that I am finally home for the long awaited winter break, I really, seriously have nothing to do.
Everything that I normally would do is already done, and now all I can think about is if I should re-appear at Lee's florist and help out my absolutely crazy yet fantastic boss.

love you.

Well, what has happened to me since I last ranted and raved about whatever miniscule thing was on my mind? Well, in no order of importance, I
1. Became and aunt; Sophia Rae congrats on getting the best role model you will ever have. (Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaha.)
Hell yeah! I look JUST like that in my German class. She's got the "what are you talking about" look seriously down to a science.
2. Decided to study abroad on the great city of Prague! More on that later.
3. STill managed to NOT receive an A in college. Yep, stiiiiillll waiting for that day to come. It's not that I'm unhappy with straight B+'s and I am certainly not complaining. But how mediocre is that? Come on Loyola, throw me a bone.
4. Well, um, officially became a Junior. Yippie?
5. Can say that I have had peanut-butter for dinner more than once.
6. I've discovered/made the best conglomeration of music I could ever want.

Mmmmmmm on another note, I decided to go Christmas shopping today. Here are the items that I purchased.

Für mein Bruder und mein Vater. (grammar is wrong, just sayin')


Und das its für meine Mutter. "Illuminations" ist vermutlich langweilig, aber Josh Groban ist schön. Sort of. In a weird way.

I can't really find the other things I bought today/don't really want to search for them and then screencap them. Don't act like you don't know what screencapping is. Its only the best thing anyone can to do when steali...I mean borrowing images.

Good Morning, Chicago

Good morning! I hope you all had a restful night, unlike myself. As i sit in my bed, listening to the garbage truck sing its beautiful song, I recap my evening. Let me tell you, tonight was a fabulous time in the library writing a paper about communication theories and making countless flashcards full of anthropological terms. Some notes about the library/information commons; It offers phenomenal views of Lake Michigan sunrises, one of which I just witnessed. Also, those fake plants really do something to the place.

Ohh, ain't she a beauty!

Now, call me crazy BUT I really love finals week because of nights like tonight. If one heads to the library around 12:30am, the hustle and bustle of college students is in its prime. But come in and observe at about 2am, you will quickly see that the weaklings slowly mosey out of the library, leaving it a sanctuary for those kids who are seriously hardcore about their studies (joking. haaaaaaaa!) Also, 2am is the time for the anti-social crowd to come around. Well, I wouldn't necessarily say "anti-social" just perhaps those that like to work alone. All the time. Or with one friend. No group study parties here. Its just you, yourself, and the glorious knowledge that you must cram into your head for your exam in 5 hours.
See, personally, I like people, but I would just rather not be around them. As Charles Bukowski once said, "I don't hate people, I just feel better when they're not around." Yes! I couldn't have said it better. Being in the library at these ridiculous makes me feel as though I have a certain bond with those around me. When the library begins to empty out, a strange sense of comfort overcomes me. When the clock strikes 4am I just feel better knowing that I have something in common with the people still there; that we are incredibly terrible procrastinators but unbelievably talented in the fact that we can pull off writing a 10 page paper for a class the night before, well hell, a few hours before it's due.

We ARE the gem's of loyola. The diamonds in the rough. The greatest. We possess a quality that most people can only dream of having. We are the ones people ask "How did you do that?!" How, you ask? Because we're fucking awesome and we don't need sleep to be productive. (Oh, the irony!) Sleep is for the weak anyway, how do you think I've been up for the last 24 hours? I'm doing my best writing right now and I feel as though I can run a marathon. (Although I would probably die after the first mile. No, I'm being serious. I might literally die.) Well, my roommate keeps rolling around in her bed, so i guess that's my cue to leave. I'm probably typing too loudly or breathing to heavily or sitting the wrong way and I may have awoken the sleeping beauty. Goodnight, folks. Well, more like good morning, Chicago!

Psycological Stability

I've had this issue before. When its time to go to sleep I just can't seem to do it. Every night I lay down around two AM (I know, a little late, eh) and close my eyes, hoping to drift away into a peaceful slumber. Unfortunately this is never the true case. The hours pass and it becomes 2:30, 3, 3:30, and in some extreme cases it might be 4:30 until I actually get some sleep. This is a terrible trick my body is playing on me; I'm zombie-like and exhausted during the day. I just want to collapse anywhere that looks even remotely comfortable, but when it comes time to actually go to sleep, I want to do anything but that. Fail.

So you're 20, huh? What's next?

Happy birthday to me! Well not quite. 17 days ago I turned 20. I'm at that awkward age between being a kid and being an adult. You know, that crossroads where I need to choose whether I want seriously begin considering a steady career (eh) or stay on that road of wandering, which is where i currently am. So what's a girl to do? I'm not opposed to either really, and quite frankly I'm quite content with where I am. To be honest, I don't want to do anything. Here are some things that I have conjured up that I am sure will help me in my decision making process.
Well, I want to learn how to said a boat. That is most important. Maritime career? Don't mind if I do! Next on the list, I want to learn to fly an airplane. Aviation school is full of the finest gents in the book. All pilots are gems. I want to be a gem, too. Now, the rest are mostly certainly plausible. Probable is the issue.
I want to be a line cook. Okay, doable. And I want to solve a differential math equation. Alright, a little more of a challenge, but certainly doable. I'll probably have to do that at some point to become a pilot, anyway. How about being a line cook WHILE simultaneously completing a differential math equation. Fail.

On to the next endeavor of having the ability to make a chai latte, play the guitar, and assemble a car. Okay. Just okay.

I want to save someone's life. These trusty hands can do anything.
I want produce a movie which to be honest, is not plausible. At all. I don't even know why this is on the list. I don't even like going to the movies. Ugh.
I want to deliver a baby, have a baby, and become a wife first. (probably the most reasonable things on this list.)
I want to travel to Africa, fluently speak another language (not limited to sign language, either), adopt a puppy, grow a garden, not be like my current roommate (I think i can check that one off already), learn how a toilet works, fall in love, be in a diving competition, be in a hot dog eating competition, learn to speed skate, tell someone off, knit a sweater, write a book, sell a painting, and be on the red carpet. Thoughts? This is too much Suzanne for one post.


I'm obviously taking this as seriously as I can.

Up next, the roommate chronicles. This should be good.