back to school!

So classes started last week and can I just say, I have my work cut out for me!

I walked into my Journalism 2100H class to be asked "have you heard that this class is tough? You heard right." I might as well have walked right back out. I don't want to be a reporter; all of these writing classes that involve awkwardly interviewing people are highly unnecessary. I would like to sit in a newsroom and boss others around. I don't know why that's so difficult for MU to understand.

My Multiculturalism class sounds super interesting though; there are debates every class and all I have to do is listen and write about four of them and participate in three. Sounds perfect - debating is so much fun! I remember in high school I took this science class with Angela and Will and I literally received 100% on one of the debates where Angela and I just attacked each other for an hour and a half (good old block scheduling.) I doubt that will happen in this class - well, to that extent - but nevertheless I'm pretty excited.

I have this J2000 class, which is called cross-cultural but apparently is simply for telling you that you're racist. Which is annoying. I don't think I'm that racist...

I'm also in six hours of science. Please, kill me now. I'm the foursquare mayor of the Physics building on campus, thankyouverymuch. And it's only the beginning of week two.

English class is English class; we're focusing on London this semester, which would be cool if we weren't reading "the Condition of the Working Class in England." Nope, not joking. Wish I were.

Since this blog is supposed to be about my apartment, let me just inform you all. I'm quite convinced my apartment is haunted. Last night I woke up from dozing and it was pitch black and all of a sudden! The corner of my large Chicago poster fell off the wall. I used those super secure 3M strips to hang that bitch up! And then, on cue, the Arlington Heights post-it I'd used to label where Emily lives, fell down! The floor boards were creaking, this weird burning scent kept appearing (I swear, I burned nothing. NOTHING!) and my stupid fridge makes a sound that sounds like a doorknob about every 20 minutes and scares the living daylights out of me EVERY TIME. It's truly astounding.

Fun fact, my building, in case you were wondering, was built in the 1920s. It's seriously so old, that there are second doors that used to be used for ice delivery. No central air, and I'm pretty sure that some of my furniture they gave me is from then too.

Naturally, as I lie awake last night, imagining ghosts haunting my apartment and being angry I'd changed the color (or whatever, ghosts are always portrayed as petty in shows like Charmed,) I may or may not have been scared shitless.

I feel like that's pretty good though. I wasn't afraid of any of the normal, logical things a 19 year old girl living alone in an apartment in not exactly the best part of town should be afraid of. Rather, I fear something that I'm quite certain of, intellectually, doesn't exist...

Unless the ghost is reading over my shoulder and laughing to himself/herself right now! and now they're going to make my night even more scary than the last one! :O OH NO!

Haha. SIDENOTE: bought tickets to Spring Awakening for October - only like 18 bucks! bargain! Also, made the lady let me buy mine with my student ID that I'd forgotten. Played the pity card - MY APARTMENT IS HAUNTED! gosh. Looking forward to that!

KOMU tonight sucked. I can't even talk about it. And I really really messed up. sooo badly.

Tomorrow night, I'll do better.

Applying for job at the Rec as a lifeguard Thursday! Wish me luck - I would love love love love a job at the Rec.

More projects for the apartment will come up eventually! Just been a little distracted. :P

four is a crowd?

I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to do nothing – absolutely nothing! - for an entire week. I even went to the store and bought fruit! I should really win something.

As I sit here writing this, I’ve got Hannah Montana, the movie playing in the background. Sometimes I really impress myself. Oops the little girl that belongs to my landlord is here. Guess she can watch the Hannah Montana movie with me…

OH! I’ll feed her strawberries and water. I officially could baby sit kids. Haha, I am going to convince her mom to let me paint my living room blue. It’ll be awesome. So very Coastal Living chic…

YES! She said yes! I get to paint my living room pale blue! I am so awesome.

LATER.

SO Luke came over and was kind enough to eat ALL OF MY STRAWBERRIES. I spent FIVE WHOLE DOLLARS ON THAT! Terrible friend. -_-

Walked around downtown tonight after stealing free stuff from the freshmen event. Free reusable shopping bags and cups! Score. Hung out in MY apartment and everyone informed me that they thought it was cute. THANK GOD. With what I made my parents spend on it, it better look cute. SHOUTOUT to my mom who bought me that fluffy white blanket after much consternation in Sam’s Club – it’s been a hit because it’s so comfy to lie on.

Well, that’s all for now, folks. Tomorrow I’m going to see if I can make myself some real food that isn’t a turkey sandwich. Gotta dream big.

three is the magic number!

SOOO my apartment didn't ever assign me a wifi log in, so I've been writing my blog posts on word, then saving them for when I venture the whole two blocks to campus aka the place with free wifi.

I could also go to like, anywhere in town that serves food, but that would result in money being spent on things that are not clothes.

SO here's blog post three:

It’s my first day on my own! The parents left me this morning after one last minute target run and a breakfast at the one and only heart stopping Waffle House, a Kubota family tradition that simply reeks of class.

A dip in the pool at their hotel with luke, and I was on my own.

What did I proceed to do with my first taste of freedom in my own apartment? Well, let me tell you. I debated dancing around to loud music, or whatever kids do nowadays, for about 2 seconds before settling for a nap. I have to say, I live on the edge sometimes. I then watched some ABC family before showing and sitting down to write this blog in my PJs. So cool.

I’m really excited for my first apartment. I am pretty sure that everything I’ve said up until this point has reinforced that idea, but just in case my loyal follower (quick shout-out to luke!) was unsure… I AM SUPER EXCITED! I am so serious about painting my living room a pale blue – nervous, but serious - and that will put the final touch on my already near perfect room. My parents beautiful white flatscreen and my new TV stand are so cute and I just finished decorating my white magnet board, had my dad hang my white and beachy mirror in the living room with cute ribbons…

I posted on facebook that my apartment will be as cute (or cuter!) than hello kitty and I fully expect to keep to that oath.

I will also work on not sounding like a spoiled teenager in these posts. It’s been a while since I’ve actually written anything remotely serious; I am totally out of practice. The most writing I’ve done all summer has been texting. Niice.

Cool, I just heard the police drive by! Aw, feels just like home.

packing like I've never packed before!

August 9, 2010

Hey everyone! I thought it would be fun if I kept a blog about my first year living alone (collective gasp)! I considered a webshow (READ: I wish I were iCarly) but then decided I definitely will NOT have time to record and edit an entire show, seeing as I managed to sign up for SIX HOURS of science next semester. Nice.

Right now though, I'm still chilling in the Schamptons at my parents place and packing. I should mention, my mom really really likes it when I make a mess and dont clean it up for weeks, as I'm sure, most moms do, so naturally, I thought it would be fun if I brought everything we've bought for #myfirstplace and placed it in our living room. (see pic!)

I'm pretty pumped about living on my own on my parents tab. Far as I'm concerned, that's pretty much as good as it's going to get! There have been some interesting times this summer shopping for different things for aforementioned apartment though. My parents seem to think that the type of pots/skillets I get is really important. So much so, in fact, they took time out of their lives in IKEA to argue about it. Pretty friggin' ridic, if you asked me, since THEY ARE ALL SILVER AND BORING. If they were like, Hmm hot pink pots or the pale, classy pink pots, THEN we would have something to fight about (pale pink would win, because that's just class). But no. They are all the same.

Also at IKEA, we were looking at TV stands. In the my landlord's infinite wisdom, there is no TV stand provided in the otherwise "furnished" apartment. Thus, we, being my parents, myself, and any poor, unsuspecting employee who might cross our path, have spent a good portion of August looking for a viable option. Now would be a good time to mention that my favorite magazine is Costal Living, though I live pretty much as far from a coast as you can get in Misery. I like nautical themed things, blues, greens, whites, creams...For as much as I hate the heat, I would move to the coast just for their style. Naturally, dark wood seems to be en vogue, as they say, this season at the "tarjayy" and, lucky me, everyone who is anyone seems to have FORGOTTEN entirely what it means to be coastal.

What I mean by that, is that I can't find a cheap, cute and white TV stand. Friggin' ridiculous. So I've scoured the internet and though I can't top the $52 ugly, "expresso" colored TV stand from the targets, I found one, (figure two) for the only mildly obscene price of $170 at THE IKEA.

Well. My parents think it's just silly of me to "waste" $170 of their money on a TV stand that "I'll only use one year..." Well, yes. Maybe it is. OR maybe I'll put it in my room when I get home. Or continue using it for years to come? WHY DOESN'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND THIS!?

Le sigh. The trauma of spending other people's money...

Well! That is all I can think of for today; will share more boring stories about my life in the near future!

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