Roommates

Sometime's you feel like a nut, you know? I just want to explode and list all of the 5 thousand things wrong with my roommate, but I won't.


I go home in four days, so starting a fight with my roommate now would be pointless. It's not like she gives me a choice anyway. I once wrote her a note explaining my frustration and she explained to me that she hates when I write her notes as opposed to talking to her. I took her advice and approached her the next time I had a problem. She cried and told me I was rude and shouldn't talk to her about these things. So I am basically banned from giving my opinions or complaining to her about anything in life. Excellent.

She put a bicycle in the hallway, it's been there since the fall. I asked her what she's going to do with it once winter rolls along, and she just yelled at me, telling me she has more important things on her mind. While she's thinking about her priorities, mine are simple: I do not want to fall over this bike when I walk in. I do not want to have to hug the hallway wall to get past this domineering means of transportation.

Last night she moved her chair right next to my headboard, and as I slept she watched television while chewing loudly and very obnoxiously eating potato chips.

I have four days left. I do not know if I will be able to hold in my frustration. I will try, but I am not making any promises.

Saved By the Bell Episode

Finals are coming up. Everybody is stressed and panicking. Everybody but me. Why, you ask? Well it's because I only have two finals, both of which will not be particularly difficult. I hope to do very well on both of them, with just an hour or two of studying for each exam. So why am I nervous?

I have this tendency to forget very important events, deadlines, assignments. I am very absent minded so to say. I tried solving this problem by purchasing a planner. This plan worked for a month or so, and then I began to forget to bring my planner with me and in turn write important events and such down, hence the absent mindedness kicking in again.

I am pretty sure I do not have any other large assignments due, and that once my finals are completed, I can go home to relax and enjoy my winter break. I don't think I have to turn anything in before I leave, I hope that I don't.

I'm really looking forward to a peaceful vacation, without having to worry about any schoolwork. As Jessie Spano would sing, "I'm so excited.. I'm so excited.. I'm so... scared.." Will caffiene pills be necessary if I find out that my anticipation is completely misleading?

To be continued...

Gobble Gobble

Thanksgiving break was nothing special this year. In fact, it was actually quite depressing. Who knew that a holiday promoting family and appreciation of life could turn out to be a holiday that points out the lack of family and lack of appreciation. Who was at our thanksgiving table, you ask? What thanksgiving table, I ask you?

This Turkey day consisted of me doing schoolwork in my bedroom while eating some holiday themed food. My brother slept in his room all day, and my poor mother locked herself in her room, distracting herself with television shows and movies. My grandfather lay in the hospital, and my aunt and uncle went to work.

For the first time, I felt like I had no family, and nothing to be thankful for. This Thanksgiving made me feel like everything was falling apart. But then I began to rethink things. I am best friends with my mother, and we care very much about each other and are always taking care of one another. People would kill for a relationship that I have with my mother, so why am I the sad one?

Families barely acknowledge eachother for 364 days of the year and then gather for one day and put on this fake lovey dovey act and make their lives seem utopian, when in fact they're falling apart. Why are these people making me feel bad? I do have a family, a family I wouldn't trade for anything. So what if there was no thanksgiving table this year for me, I have thanksgiving every other day of my life. Gobble Gobble.

Weather or not , here I come

What has been going on in Boston? I wake up yesterday, I put on a sweatshirt, a jacket and my boots and step outside. Little did I know it was 65 degrees. Excellent, at first at least. By 2pm I was getting a bit nervous. 65 degrees in mid-November is NOT normal. I come home in the late afternoon to find my roommate asking me, "Hey Lez, is this weather scaring you?" Oh yes.

This morning, I wake up, put on a long sleeved T-shirt and a light jacket and head out to do errands. Five minutes outside and I think I have frostbite. What is going on? It was 65 degrees yesterday now it's -65? Are we entering the twilight zone? Oh dear, that may be very interesting.

I hav three friends coming to visit me. I got a phone call asking me what wardrobe they should pack, so I explained to them that the Boston weather hasn't made up its mind of whether its spring, fall, or winter and that they should be prepared for anything from bathing suits to snowsuits. Who knows, maybe we'll wake up and we won't be in Kansas anymore, but in Munchkinland.

The Fall of Shame

I never walk on Bay State Road. I have no need to. But today, my professor forgot the midterms in her office, and told us to pick them up at the Religion department located on 145 Bay State Road. So after my class, I took an alternate route to my next class, via Bay State.

I was on the phone with my mother, figuring out a convenient day to purchase tickets for a show. Suddenly, my phone flies out of my hands and onto the sidewalk. I find myself face down on Bay State Road. I was so nervous. I didn't want to get up, because I had this terrible feeling that my nose woul be in some strange shape and I'd be covered in blood.

I slowly rose and began to feel my face. Everything seemed alright. My nose was right in between my eyes, I didn't see anything red on my hands after wiping my face, I was going to be just fine. As I looked to the side, I see that I was right next to the new Hillel building. I thought for a second, that maybe the people who didn't see me fall, would think I was maybe praying to God right outside the building of worship. Then I realized, that might be even more embarressing.

I picked up my phone which was on the other side of the street after my bellyflop onto the sidewalk, and continued on my way. Nobody stopped to help me or ask me if I was alright. I liked it better that way, because it gave me this false hope that nobody saw it happen. What you didn't see, didn't happen, right?

I blame my professor for forgetting the midterms. It's not my fault that I wasn't paying attention as I was walking and talking on the phone while reading my exam. It's hers. Or the University's for having such faulty cement, I can't decide.

I didn't get the memo

It's really over. I thought I would be relieved and happy, instead I find myself crying everyday and unable to concentrate on anything. I was on the Amtrak coming home for the weekend, and I swear the people sitting next to me must have thought I escapted the looney bin. One minute I was in tears, the next laughing while on the phone, and then back to crying. I don't blame them for thinking I'm crazy. I very well may be.

Breaking up with my boyfriend did not seem so hard at the time, but as soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to the GSU bathroom and sat there, creating a puddle of tears on the floor of my stall. Everything was going so well, it was AMAZING. He was planning on coming up from NY for the weekend to see me. We were at the peak of our relationship. Suddenly, I got a phone call from him explaining to me that him that because I am a year older and a grade ahead in college, in the long run, it is impossible for us to work out. The point of his call was not to tell me their opinion, but to explain to me that now he was re-thinking everything.

We had a long time to go before the "long term" stuff needs to be discussed, but regardless, what right do his parents have to tell him it cannot work out? If I knew they were fortune tellers and had ESP, I'd be over there asking them all sorts of questions. Anyway, back to the story. His parents saw into the future and saw why me being older by a year was a huge problem making our relationship impossible in the long run, and he explained that his parents are ALWAYS right and know what's best.

I then thought about what he was telling me all night, and came to the conclusion that I do not want to be with someone who lets people make decisions for him that only he can make. I ended it. I love him, but he's just not ready to be in a relationshp if he let his parents' words influence him and make him secon guess everything he felt. I deserve better. But apparently, I didn't get the memo that a relationship cannot work out if the woman is older by a year. My aunt and uncle didn't get that memo either. Poor Ashton and Demi, are they in for a surprise.

College is the best four years of your life..why make it 3?

Registration for second semester is approaching, and as I began formatting my schedule and meeting with my advisors, I realized that it's possible for me to graduate early. At first, I became very excited by this discovery. No more paying my rent, no more classes, no more long distance relationship with my boyfriend and my family. What could be better? I will go abroad this summer take 2 classes, overload in the fall of 'O6 and graduate in December of '06. Excellent, right? Wrong!

Graduating means life. Life means work. Work means being an adult. An adult means no more parents to support me, no excuses, nothing. I'll be on my own. I don't even know what I want to do with my life, how can I start looking for a job if I'm not sure what field I want to go into? Here, at BU, I have my routine- class, sleep, and extracirriculars. As much as we were told that college means responsibilities, besides getting work done and doing well, we really have none. If we don't go to class, we won't do as well. But in the real world- if we don't go to work- we get fired. Life is tough.

I want to be in New York getting my life started, but that's assuming I know what kind of life I want to lead. So in the next few months, I will have to make the decision of a lifetime. Do I go abroad and graduate early? Do I stay at BU for the entire 4 years and relax and have an easy life my 2nd semester of senior year? It's a really tough decision, and only I can make it. But how do I decide?