it’s the last week of classes

Boom. Thats the sound my brain makes. Boom. Boom. Boom. Yep, it’s the last week of classes. Pow. That’s the sound my grades make. Pow. Pow.Pow. I can’t continue to act like the pile of books/assignments on my desk is just going to disappear. Puff. That’s the sound I wish my assignments would make as they evaporate into thin air. Knock. Knock. All of the girls on my floor knocking at my door, telling me their stories. I act like I care but sometimes I don’t. Especially today. I’m trying to not work on my research paper. Instead I’m watching gossip girl and writing. Best combination. Tomorrow I will be productive. Tap. Tap. Tap. The noise my computer will make as I work tirelessly to complete my paper before the midnight deadline. I should probably go back to pretending like I’m researching articles.  Maybe that prevent me from having a nervous breakdown.

insomnia

Not some club in south beach. Just plain old, unlivable sleeplessness. I suffer from the worst case of insomnia. The type that’s so addicting that the reason why I don’t fall asleep is cause I want more hours in the day. More seconds to ponder, more minutes to wonder, and more hours to simply waste away doing nothing.

My mom used to say that I was little, around 5yrs old, I hated falling asleep. That even when I was “butt-tired”, I would refuse to fall asleep, kick some energy in myself and somehow find a way to make it all the way till midnight. This of course sucked for my mom who worked a rough 9-5 the next morning, even worse for my Dad who back then used to work two jobs.  That’s probably why my parents called me the “devil incarnate” when I was little. See I never was that cutest little girl.I was the devil child who couldn’t wait to do the next thing, jump off the next couch, or go up and down the escalators at the mall. I was probably that little girl that you wished her parents hadn’t sat next to you at Friday’s.

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the reason this site has kind of sucked the last couple of days

There’s that second. No it’s more like a minute. Nope there’s that hour. That always tears against what I am thinking and what I actually want to write. It’s like the perpetual potential of anything, and everything that I could possible write is stagnant just waiting. Waiting to appear on my blank screen on my three-year old computer. That’s how I tend to feel every time I sit to write something. Some would say that writing comes pretty easily to them, that they can just sit down think about something, become someone else. And phew! An awarding-winning perfectly satirically outstanding piece of bullshit is flashing back at them from their computer. I think it’s because those kids are probably freaks. Or maybe I am the freak because I just can’t find the ways to just write about anything for the sake of writing. So instead, I cringe and suck it up and find some way to actually sit down and write something.

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Thus I have overheard

the oasis deli in UC is usually a pretty quiet space to catch up on work in between classes but when you really listen you hear things like…

“i could not shower for three days and i still wouldn’t smell”

Some kid in my class

This is some kid in my class.  His name is Alex.  You probably don’t know him.  Alex  is a junior at UM.  He also works 28-hrs a week at Macy’s.  They pipe in music at Macy’s.  If you are not mentally fit, this will slowly drive you insane.  Alex’s favorite tune at work is Wendy Save Me. “You have no idea how excited I was when that song came on”, says Alex.  He’s smirking in a way that makes it hard to tell if he’s being serious or sarcastic.  Life is like that.  It’s often hard to tell. 

During Winter break Alex’s life will be completely consumed by work and Modern Warfare 3, the former makes him crazy, and the latter keeps him sane. He can sing Christmas jingles on command cause he hears them all day long at work.

Alex likes to grab lunch at Wendy’s. He usually eats lunch with Laura, his girlfriend. His regular order is 5pc chicken nuggest, fries, and a coke that he double-fists with a Frosty.   If you looked at Alex you might think he was more of a Jamba Juice, sushi-maki, organic-eating type because he’s really skinny.  Looks are often deceiving.

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I usually spend around 30 seconds of every 5 minutes of every other day and at least once a week wondering if I will ever do anything meaningful with my life. I wonder what I will become. What will I be like? And how will I be remembered? I think constantly about all the things that I want to do different than my parents and my family. How when I graduate from college I want to be successful and, as cheesy as it might be, make a difference in people’s lives. I remember when I turned 20 last year I legitimately had a nervous breakdown. I remember zooming past my memories and thinking how I was so sure that when I was 17 I would be discovered by some Hollywood agent and asked to star in the next blockbuster movie. I mean I figured all those years of practicing and singing along to Celine Dion in my family room would pay off somehow. I even thought that pretending to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman would help me out. That definitely did not work out. I figured maybe I would end up starring in the third Transformers or something, or maybe in one of those awful romantic-comedies on “how to lose a guy in 10 days” or something. Of course, when that didn’t happen, I figured that meant that when I was 19 I would get discovered.Especially since I was at the University of Miami. Yep, then I turned 20 and I was just a college kid, partially undiscovered and unknown. But, that’s okay I told myself, cause in the meantime I found something else that I wanted to be. A lawyer. I hope when I look back when I am having my mid-life crisis, probably when I turn 30, that I am actually a lawyer. If not I hope I’m happy. I hope to be completely content knowing that even though I didn’t get everything that I wanted, I got everything that I needed.

I usually spend around 30 seconds of every 5 minutes of every other day and at least once a week wondering if I will ever do anything meaningful with my life. I wonder what I will become. What will I be like? And how will I be remembered? I think constantly about all the things that I want to do different than my parents and my family. How when I graduate from college I want to be successful and, as cheesy as it might be, make a difference in people’s lives.

I remember when I turned 20 last year I legitimately had a nervous breakdown. I remember zooming past my memories and thinking how I was so sure that when I was 17 I would be discovered by some Hollywood agent and asked to star in the next blockbuster movie. I mean I figured all those years of practicing and singing along to Celine Dion in my family room would pay off somehow. I even thought that pretending to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman would help me out. That definitely did not work out. I figured maybe I would end up starring in the third Transformers or something, or maybe in one of those awful romantic-comedies on “how to lose a guy in 10 days” or something. Of course, when that didn’t happen, I figured that meant that when I was 19 I would get discovered.Especially since I was at the University of Miami. Yep, then I turned 20 and I was just a college kid, partially undiscovered and unknown.

But, that’s okay I told myself, cause in the meantime I found something else that I wanted to be. A lawyer. I hope when I look back when I am having my mid-life crisis, probably when I turn 30, that I am actually a lawyer. If not I hope I’m happy. I hope to be completely content knowing that even though I didn’t get everything that I wanted, I got everything that I needed.

Thus I have overheard

“who would want to eat at a strip club?”

GDI in the 1920s

These University of Miami women are deployed to spell out the letters ” H I M.” These letters were an acronym for organization of non-fraternity women in the early days of the University. The HIM( Happy Independent Women) was an organization of non-fraternity women in th early days of the University.

The most beautiful places on campus.

When it comes to the best week of any sorority girl’s life at UM it’s definitely big/little week. It’s literally Christmas in February. The one week where the big you picked buys you stuff for every single day of the week. The most important thing about this week is that the gifts you get totally depend on what type of big you get.

So here’s the five top things you should look for in a Big-

1) She’s gotta be crafty- most of the gifts that you get only matter because of the stickers and glittery decor that makes your stuff look better than anybody else’s.

2) She’s gotta know how to bake- the second day of big/little week is all about the sweets and baked goods. So it’s definitely a plus if you big can make you a full cookie cake that says ” BIG LOVES LITTLE!” ( those are the best!).

3) She’s gotta be punny- the best part of big/little week is your big trying to convince you that person you thought would be your big actually isn’t the one getting you all these things…hence the clues that come with each gift. My big would make some ridiculous stories up to try to make it seem like she wasn’t my big in the first place.

4) She’s gotta be pratical- the coolest gifts during big/little week are the ones that you can actually use afterwards. Some bigs go crazy and fill up some glass centerpieces with 20 pounds of skittles, swedish fish or sour patch kids all squished into the huge pillar. Truth is you’re actually never going to finish all that candy or even use that glass ever again. So, even though the gifts you get might not be super big at least you can use them for something else.

5) She’s gotta know who you are- the best big is someone who understands that you love the huge spectacular gifts but that you actually don’t really care whether she gets you something or not, you’re just happy to know that you have a big.

Thus have I overheard

Ever wonder what happens when a GDI girl and a sorority girl happen to be sitting next to each other on the Hurry’cane shuttle in between classes…cue the following:

GDI girl: ” Do you do cocaine?”

Sorority girl: ” OMG! No!”

GDI girl: ” Oh (confused face) I thought all sorority girls did cocaine.”

Occupy the U? Discuss.

Occupy the U?

Discuss.