Birthday Extravaganza Weekend

This weekend was Danielle's, Maddie's, and my Birthday Extravaganza. Every year, the weekend before the weekend before exams, we celebrate all of our birthdays together and give each other presents (since all of our birthdays are after college lets out). Maddie had me for our gift exchange, so she gave me a spoon necklace and all of this really awesome friendship bracelet string. Look at all of those colors, the possibilities are endless.

DJ Slingshot

Last weekend, all of my friends and I went to go support my friend Erich (DJ Slingshot), while he DJ-ed. Due to a large throng of sorority girls, he didn't win, but we all had fun anyway. Here are some of our pictures.

                                                (Danielle, my roommate, and I)













(From Left: Dan, Danielle, me, Erich, Shrillz, Christie, Maddie)

(Me and Erich/DJ Slingshot) 

Crazy Curly Kinky Curls

     As you can probably guess from the title of this post, this post is about curly hair. You can probably also guess that I myself have curly hair. I give you this picture as proof.

(Hint hint, I am the only one with curly hair in this picture, aka the second from the right.)

So there you go, I am one curly-haired individual. And I love it. I really do. I don't have to wash my hair every day like a lot of my friends, and it gives me instant personality. While it can be a tangle-y frizzy mess on occasion (aka when I skip the hair products or don't comb it out or sleep on it), it is one of my favorite physical things about myself. It also works out well with my hippie/bohemian/I-love-life-and-wearing-random-things-and-as-many-bright-colors-as-humanely-possible style.

Another weird things about curly hair is that it is like walking around with a hair comment box (Maybe my hair is hiding it). Here are a few of the more interesting ones that I've received.

Random Girl"Your hair is big."
Me "That's nice"
RG "It's like really big."
Me "Okay."
RG "I don't understand how it's so big."
Me "Your hair is looking really small today."
RG "That's so mean. I just haven't styled it today."
(Because telling someone that their hair is "big" aka frizzy is not mean...)

"You don't look like your family. Are you adopted?" (Everyone in my family has straight hair, since my mom relaxes hers)

"I wish my hair was like yours" (As I am combing the most giant of gnarls out of my wet hair)

"Can I pull the curls?" (Sure dude. I do because I love watching them bounce back up, how can I deny you the fun of pulling them?)

"Can you throw your hair away?" (Since I am the only one in my dorm room with curly hair)

This blog is also super helpful for those of you with curly hair.

Oh, and for anyone who was wondering, the picture above, from left to right: Rachel (visiting from a different college), Maddie, Me, and Danielle.


Rock on curly-haired individuals (and also any of you with straight or wavy hair).

A Coffee Experience

     I can't remember if I told you guys this or not, but I drink tea. Black tea, white tea, green tea, cookie tea, tea tea tea. And water, I guess. And alcohol. No coffee. Pretty much ever.  All of my friends drink coffee on a regular basis, and while they dabble in the deliciousness that is tea, they pretty much stay away from it.

     Saturday, that changed. My two friends, Danielle and Maddie, and I, all went to go grab dinner before Maddie was off to her piano concert thing (for a class) and Danielle was off to do homework. My evening was most likely going to consist of climbing my own homework mountain, obviously I win the 'party animal of the year' award, I will hold for applause. Until a cookie fell from the balcony.

     I looked up, and it was two guys, Matt and Henry, that I was on an "oh-it's-you"-wave-and-walk-away basis with. I have had a few conversations with them previously, but we were never close. I briefly mentioned that I wanted to sit at this really awesome table that overlooks campus, and the three of us were off.

     The conversation at that table turned into a lust for an adventure. The rest sounds like a college remake of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.

If You Give a College Student a Coffee

If you give a college student a coffee, they will ask the Starbucks baristas for four shots of espresso and a mystery drink, due to the aforementioned college students' and baristas' boredom and aforementioned lust for adventure. This will result in some amusing conversation and delicious drinks.

When they are finished with their coffee, they (myself and Henry, since Matt bought something without caffeine) will most likely be bouncing off the walls as they walk back to their residence hall to plot their night, which will make them perfect targets for the film majors looking for extras for a movie.

In order to be extras, the college students ask for direction on what they should be doing. When they receive these instructions, they ask for a reason behind them, to which the filmers don't answer. The college students let themselves be taped walking, and then walk away.

Being extras from the film has given the college students the idea to watch the filmer's films on the internet, which are awful.

The annoyance over the suckish films inspires the college students to go to one of the student's abandoned fraternity house (because frat implies bro status, and he is "not a bro") and burn things, creating one of the crappiest fires this college student has ever seen (all paper, my inner camp counselor was highly disappointed).

The burned papers and books warm up the college students for a short time, but eventually they get cold and hungry. The college students then ask for a pizza, half bacon and half cheese (because the main college student is a vegetarian, and appreciated it quite a lot).

 The pizza makes the students thirsty, which causes them to consume more coffee, which makes them restless and overenergized, so they ask one of the college students (Matt) to turn on some music, while they peoplewatch as the 2:30AM-ers return from parties and bars.

Watching the walkers makes the college students want to take a walk, so they do, taking their time around railroad tracks and spinning in quiet empty streets. The students see a school with swings, so, as mature adults, they make a beeline to them, talking and hopscotching and monkey-bar-ing.

All of this made them very hungry, so they stopped at a diner (they still exist apparently) and ordered food. While eating this food, they need to be entertained, so they asked for a newspaper to color on. Because it was around 5:30 at this time, the students also asked for more coffee (Henry and I, not Matt).

Due to his lack of coffee, Matt one of the college students was very tired, so he asked to walk back so that he could sleep. The other two college students (Henry and me) were still wired, so they asked to watch the sunrise. They didn't have a nice view from their room, so they asked to go to the lounge, with it's wall-to-wall windows. They couldn't just sit on the floor, so they asked for two extremely comfortable couches.

They asked for the sunrise to be beautiful and it was. They asked for happy music to listen to, and they listened appreciatively. Henry asked the other college student to hang out with him sometime, to help him figure out how to use his tea leaves and visit him at work, and she agreed.

The End.