Oreo Pops! AKA: Bite Size Pieces of Heaven!

Chef in Training: Oreo Pops!
 

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Finals

This is called studying for finals kids.

RE: coffee

Oh caf... You've done it again. In my effort to warm up after walking across campus in the dreaded cold, I grabbed a cup of nice warm "coffee". That's right, there are quotes around coffee because I'm not entirely sure you can call it coffee. You see, it was more like drinking hot water with hazelnut creamer in it. Not spectacular. Luckily I don't necessarily need the jolt of caffeine today because I'm done with all of my classes for the day. Actually, I'm done with all of my classes for the semester! Talk about feeling a sense of accomplishment. I think I will celebrate by pouring out the rest of my crappy cup of coffee and taking a nap! I know what you're all thinking, "woah! Don't get too crazy Samie!" But hey, a girl's gotta live on the wild side at some point in her life right?

Here's to hoping you have the chance to indulge in a better cup of coffee than I, and here's to well rested college students (though we all still have finals to look forward to so the well rested part is going to be put on hold).

Love advice from a 4-year-old

Love advice from a 4-year-old:

"Her:

Do you go to school?

Me:

No. I finished college, remember?

Her:

So, are you married?

Me:

...no.

Her:

Do you have a boyfriend?

Me:

...no

Her:

Why not? People who go to college get married! You should be married, Kristin!

Me:

That's not always true-

Her:

Yes it is! We will find you a King one day. Maybe he works at a laundromat! Or at the auto-shop!

Me:

Oh..maybe.

Her:

Yeah, and then you find a King and get married so I can be in the wedding!

Me:

Okay, sure...

Her:

Your King will be here one day. I just know it. But hopefully soon because I really want to be in a wedding."

This is so funny!

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Road trip...

You know how when you're going some place exciting the trip always seems twice as long. Just the opposite, when you hit the road to head home the trip breezes by. Well, this feeling isn't true when it comes to the trip back to school a week and a half before finals... Ellie (one of my teammates) and I have been on the road for what seems like forever and a day but we have absolutely no desire to go back and face the horrors this week will bring. This drive is never ending and I get the feeling it is only the beginning of what will feel like a never ending week.

Wish us luck!
Samie

Stop Whining!

Okay, lets get real here for a second.  Seriously, lets have an honest heart to heart.

I'm tired of constantly seeing statuses and tweets about how immature and dramatic high school students are.  These annoying (and might I say dramatic) posts are, for the most part, coming from people who I thought were at least a little bit intelligent.  I understand reading a post from a friend who is a in their first three years of high school; yeah, sure there will be "drama" when you're in that place in your life and everyone will be immature about it for awhile, then it will be forgotten by the time freshmen orientation rolls around.  As for the rest of you annoying people... SHUT UP! Stop worrying about what's going on in your high schools, of which, you are now an alumnus!  If you don't want "drama" then don't immerse yourself in your past.  YOU ARE IN COLLEGE NOW! ACT LIKE IT! If you don't stop looking to your past for comfort and start living in the present and enjoying what you have and how glorious this time of your life is, you will end up being that nosey lady from down the hall who nobody likes.

JUST STOP IT!

Okay, done.  Hope you aren't sitting in tears because you finally realize how childish you've been.

More Mind Nuggets

This time from the bored region of my brain...

On another note...

Really Ladies? Really?

I've been yammering on about this subject for the past two years, since I first joined a gym.  Why do girls insist on dressing up for the gym? I personally think those girls have some disconnect in their brains to think that it's normal to wear makeup and curl their hair just to act like they are actually pushing themselves on an elliptical, cause seriously, there is no way a person could be in her right mind when dressing up before going to the gym.  Anyway, like I previously stated, I've had my fair share of rants on this topic, which is why I was ecstatic to find this wonderful article on hellogiggles today! An Open Letter to Girls Who Dress Up for the Gym puts the many facebook statuses I've posted about these crazy girls into a sane letter.  Annie Stamell, you are my hero for this post!

Fall Break... What a splendiferous time!

I've been meaning to post about fall break for a week now, but I hit the ground running with I got back to campus on Sunday.  So, here I am now to fill everyone in on the fantastic fall break I had.

 For starters, my sister Brit was in town for all of break, which allowed me to regain some of my sanity which I have lost a lot of since being away at school.  She arrived on Tuesday, went to one of my classes on Wednesday, and off to grandmother's house we were! Thursday involved a trip to Raleigh to see some giant gummy bears.  Yes, see.  Not devour, or even taste, but see.  Pretty disappointing to drive 45 minutes away to see a giant gummy bear, but it was still fun.  There were half pound gummy bears too... on a stick!

Later Thursday night Brit and I carved pumpkins for my grandma.  They turned out pretty spectacular, though, grandma couldn't tell what mine was... It was an owl, she thought it was a cat.  Anyway, carving pumpkins was an absolute blast because I wasn't expecting them to come out nearly as good as they did!  Not to mention the guts may be gross but they sure are fun too!  See for yourself!

Friday was rather laid back.  Brit and I had the day to ourselves because the grandparents both had to work.  We spent the day crafting it up, but not before having some delicious Steak n' Shake.  Brit had been craving some for awhile since there are none in California.  She started painting an "S" for my dorm room while I finished this masterpiece...

The "S" went home to California with Brit so she could finish painting it and the crayon art is busy filling up the rest of my wall space.

Ok, now for the really fun stuff.  Saturday! Saturday we went to Wilmington!!! It was soooo much fun!  We got up at like 7 a.m. and headed out out at 8 since it was a three hour drive.  I am kinda an awesome driver though and made it in two and a half hours.  At noon we went on a tour of EUE / Screen Gems Studios where One Tree Hill (no pictures because it's illegal to take them on the tour) is filmed and where Iron Man 3 is going to be filmed here in a few months. The best part of the tour was listing to the two crazed fans who were freaking out about being in Brooke's bedroom and Tric.  At one point when we were walking off of the set of Haley and Nathan's house said, and I quote, "Oh my God! I can't believe I'm walking out Haley and Nathan's front door!!" FREAKING HILARIOUS!!! I was holding back laughter like you wouldn't believe! Anyway, after that we headed to Wrightsville and chilled on the beach for about two hours and began the journey home.  We got home around  8 and got up the next morning at 4 to head to the airport.

 I want to live there!!!

 Homework on the beach.

Break pretty much ended there and Sunday evening the madness ensued.  Papers galore!  Now all I want is another beautiful day in Wilmington... by myself.  I could use a day to myself at this point!

Dinner time. Bye.

Book... Yeah.

Not exactly my favorite thing to be doing late on a Friday night... Especially when I'm going to Wilmington, NC early the next day. We all know what this picture means though... Another world civ paper! Yeah, I know, it sucks, but at least this book isn't as boring as "Greeks & Romans Bearing Gifts". For that, I am truly greatful!

Campus is Crawling!

Well, after getting away for the weekend at my grandparents house a couple of hours away I'm back at school.  The week is in full bloom the bugs and people are in a tizzy.  Seriously, the bugs are everywhere.  I though fall was when they were supposed to go away but apparently they didn't get the memo... Wasps in my fifth floor dorm room. That's all I need to say.

Anyway, classes will end as quickly as they began come  Wednesday when fall break starts! I can't wait! No papers due for four straight days! No homework to put off until the last possible second! And no classes to nod off during! With all of this excitement it's hard to imagine there could be more to look forward to, huh? Nope, wrong.  My sister gets here tomorrow morning and we are hanging out for all of break.  Not only that but we are also venturing our way to Wilmington, North Carolina on Saturday! I'm so stoked I can't even explain! We are going to go to the beach (even though it probably won't be warm enough to get in the water), we're going to take the One Tree Hill set tour, which we are both stoked out of our minds for, and we're going to walk through all of the fun shops on Carolina beach as well as in downtown Wilmington! Basically, we are going to have an absolute amazing day with nobody but ourselves to please.  It's going to be fantastic.

Woah! I got so excited I forgot what I was writing about!

Alas, I have to wait for this beloved sibling/Wilmington time for a few more days.  I also have to get through writing a research paper that I haven't started and hopefully passing a quiz that I haven't started studying for. (I haven't even read the material one time through yet!)  Well, this post took a weird turn... when I first started writing it, it was going to be about all the old fold and young kids wondering around campus.  That ship sailed.  Though as I wrote those two sentences about ten old people (we're talkin' ancient, folks) walked by and when I started writing this post there were what seemed fifteen kids running around the Huckleberry with ice cream.  Basically, there are people everywhere, and worse than that, there are bees and wasps and ladybugs and flies EVERYWHERE!!! Including in my room as I mentioned earlier... BOOOOO! GO AWAY BUGS! I mean I know you're impotant to the ecosystem and some other crap like that, but seriously, YOU BUGGIN' ME! (pun intended!)

Ok this post is doomed and I've been sitting here contemplating a strawberry banana smoothie for the past  hour so I think I'm gonna cave and go get one!

PS: Two old guys just walked out onto the patio! D: THERE EVERYWERE!

K I'm done for real. Baiiii!

:D

Try and tell me this place isn't incredible! Seriously! Try! You'll probably get smacked square in yo jaw if you do but hey why not take the risk?

Are men or women better packers? The MythBusters know | Geek Gestalt - CNET News

This is awesome and freaking hilarious! Can't believe dad forgot the baby!!

The story of the day was car-packing tests. One after another, a man and a woman were each given an empty car and 10 minutes to try to get 28 individual items in it. They'd be judged on their work with the cars in six categories: packing, neatness and efficiency, comfort, drivability, delicate item packing, and total time taken. Also, they needed to ensure there would room in the cars for a driver, a front-seat passenger, and a baby.

This was just one experiment out of six pitting men and women against each other that would be included in the episode. In addition to packing, driving, and map-reading, the MythBusters would also be testing men's and women's acumen at grilling, multitasking, and reading emotional cues. For each, 10 men and 10 women would be brought in. The results wouldn't be known for some time, long after this article publishes.

Was it scientific? Probably not, but it was probably a big enough sample size--one of the biggest the show had ever worked with--to draw some meaningful conclusions, MythBusters co-host Adam Savage told me. "We do stand by our results," Savage said. "We stand by our methodologies. Given a larger sample size, we would have some real numbers."

Today, Savage was basically running the show. The judges for each round were co-hosts Jamie Hyneman and Kari Byron. As each set of volunteers spent their frenetic ten minutes packing, Hyneman and Byron sat in a nearby tent, blind to the gender of the person packing each car. The idea was to weed out their biases, Savage explained.

'Not good'
When I arrived, Wayne Covington and Tristen Shannon were about to take their turns at packing. Their 10 minutes started, and the two ran toward their cars, Shannon working on the car decked out with red tape, Covington on the one with blue tape.

Covington and Shannon ran around, stuffing the gear into their cars, the minutes ticking down. Savage looked at the countdown clock and yelled out, "Two minutes!" Shannon ran around and said, "Too hard!"

And then it was over. "Three, two, one," Savage yelled. "Stop packing!"

It was clear right from the get-go that neither of the two had done a particularly good job. Shannon's car was stuffed, but the trunk wouldn't close since things were spilling out of it. Covington had gotten nearly everything in the car but had forgotten one very important item.

"You forgot the baby," Byron asked incredulously when she went to inspect Covington's car. "I would say that on the priority list, that's pretty high."

Other items that had to go in the car included a (toy) dog in a carrier, and a pie. Covington had gotten each in his car, but Byron wasn't too impressed. "I'm going to say the efficiency of the drippy pie is pretty low," she said of the now-crushed desert. With the baby missing, and a ruined confection, not to mention an overflowing trunk, Byron was still critical. "Not good, not good," she said. "I'm...going to say I'm not going to take a road trip with this person."

After the initial inspection, it was time to put the cars through their drivability test. They'd laid out a small track, and Savage got behind the wheel. Quickly, he peeled out, Byron and Hyneman also in the car, and the wheels screeched as he raced around the track.

But mid-ride, a skateboard, which had been sticking out of the trunk of Shannon's car, went flying. Upon returning to the starting point, Savage got out and said, "We have to invent a whole new penalty for not being able to close the trunk." Then he looked around and said, "Where's the skateboard?"

Over at Covington's car, Savage noticed that a box of eggs had fallen onto the floor and gotten crushed. Other things had flown around so violently during the driving test that Savage saw some actual benefit in Covington's having forgotten to pack the baby--it would have surely been killed by the items that went flying around inside the car as Savage drove.

A cameraman started shooting Hyneman's assessment: "We've got broken eggs on the floor, the cake's upside down, the dog's upside down," Hyneman said to the camera. "There's potential injury to the passenger because of objects flying out....Not so good."

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Nothing to do before class...

Had a little Wordle fun before class today...

"You are beautiful, capable, and loved!" -Shantel VanSanten 

Grades? Nobody said anything about grades!

Well.  It's been six days since I was last on here, so I figured it was time to put my awesome thoughts on paper (or computer screen) again for anyone who cares. i.e. my dad.  Let's face it, he's the only one who reads these, but that's not going to stop me from writing as if a whole, lets say, two people were reading this.  Or maybe more, who knows?

Anyway let's get to the point.  Forewarning, I'm going to ramble a lot in this here post.  Ok, well, I do that in every post so you're used to it.  I'm going to be rambling a lot about grades and how annoying it is that our professors don't post them on the website they are supposed to post them on.  That is the very purpose of the freaking website!! Drive's me nuts!  Why have the thing there and running if nobody is going to use it?  I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MY GRADES ARE! Is that too much to ask for?  I think not!  I mean I'm half way through my first semester of college, I just had my first midterm this past thursday, and I have no freaking clue as to what my grades look like! ANNOYING! FRUSTRATING! And any other moderate to severe pissed off word that could be used as a one word hashtag on twitter!

Ok, I think I'm done because I have homework and all this rambling isn't going to get that done, which won't help my grades, no matter how bad or good they may be.  Ok let's face it, they are probably pretty good because lets face it... I'm freaking genius!

Life Starring Me

Ever feel like you're starring in your own movie?  I have.  Especially since I've been here at the Treat.

I was walking to class this morning listening to my iPod and got the feeling I was just the character in a movie on the big screen.  I don't know why, but I just felt like life wasn't real at the moment.  It must have been the stillness I felt walking through campus at that moment.  Or maybe the realization that dreams come true when you least expect them to.

I was thinking about this realization while I was walking back to my dorm from my math class a few minutes ago.  I'm still amazed that I'm where I am right now.  I mean, this place (college, not necessarily Montreat) has been a dream of mine for the past several years and now I'm living it.  I'm astonished everyday that I'm lucky enough to be here, especially on a volleyball scholarship, which also happens to be a dream come true for me.

Maybe this absence of reality is just the pure joy I feel everyday when I wake up,  even if the alarm is screaming at 7am.  I found myself smiling uncontrollably as I walked through campus this morning for no reason.  For all I know it could have just been the song playing at the moment (Maybe by Everly), which is playing as I'm writing this.  But, me being me I have to believe that it was just a good moment with me, God, and the music playing in the background.  Either way you spin it, it was a good time where I just basked in the beauty of living out my dreams.

Thumbs down!

World civ is getting the best of me again... First exam of the class. Boo! Bring it!

Bank Debacle Follow-up...

Samie-1 Bank-0

I WIN!  This wasn't the case last time, however.

About a month ago my bank called me and signed me up for a service without considering whether or not I actually wanted or even needed it.  It was a free trial so I wasn't charged for anything and wouldn't be for the first 30 days.  Nothing wrong with that right? Wrong.

After being signed up to participate in this trial I was told I could call and cancel in the next thirty days and not be charged anything.  I, of course, not want the service, called three or four days later and canceled the service; well, I tried.  The operator who picked up the phone refused to let me cancel this unnecessary service until I read some useless paperwork that was mailed to California (I live in North Carolina now).  Needless to say I told my parents to let me know as soon as the paperwork got there so I could then call and fight with the customer service rep again.

Great, you're caught up.  Now I can tell you about my encounter today with this customer service rep.  I call ready to fight a war.  I had my stern voice going that says "step back and recognize who you talkin' to!"  I was completely ready to fight the good fight and win my battle.  The lady asked why I was calling (despite me pressing 3 to let them know I wanted to cancel my service) and I told her I'd like to cancel my service because I don't need it and don't want it!  After asking a series of questions to verify my identity she asked why I wanted to cancel my service.  I responded with "Honestly, I'm a college student who doesn't want to pay $13 every month for a service I don't need."  Of course, I got a nice lady who probably thought I was a complete ass because I was so stern and she was very understanding... At any rate, I still won!  No matter how rude I may have come across as being, my service is canceled and I don't have to deal with the annoying emails from the bank that are filling up my inbox.

SUCCESS! Kiss me bum, bank!  

Spectacular!

I can't put it any better...  fantastic!  Gavin Degraw is one of my favorites, and I'm so happy that when I went to read the latest post by the lovely Bethany Joy Galeotti, all I found was a video of him playing his new single.

Roommate or Arranged Marriage?

Being assigned a roommate is like being assigned a spouse.  I'm becoming more and more aware of this realization everyday...

Don't get me wrong, my roommate and I get along, but she can be really annoying at times, most of the time.  We are just two very different people.  I was thinking about it the other day and though I initially didn't think I was going to be able to deal with her for a whole year or even a whole semester, I am finding myself to tolerate her presence more.  Part of this toleration was found because I have now known her long enough to make fun of her, at appropriate times, or just bluntly tell her to stop when she is being dumb.  I have to do the latter a lot.  You see, I am pure athlete and not stupid and she is pure not athlete and kinda dumb at times.  At least, she makes stupid decisions on the frequent.  We just aren't the same.

On the other end of the roommate spectrum (the side that doesn't deal with pure personality), she is a lot messier than me.  I know what you're thinking parentals, "WHO KNEW?!"  I didn't know it was possible either.  You see, I'm the kid who grew up not knowing what my bedroom floor looked like because it was always covered in an assortment of toys, clothes, and trash.  However, now that I live in a dorm room where there is no escape from the clutter, I keep everything clean and organized for the most part.  If I didn't I'd go batty!  But seriously, back to my roommate, she is kinda sorta really messy most of the time.  Not to the extent of having her clothes flung about the room, but she definitely doesn't clean her dishes (my dishes, I bought them) on the regular.  I suppose I can't complain about this though because at least she spays the bathroom after she rips a deuce of explosive proportions in there! She has that common courtesy down!  She also has the common courtesy of going home every weekend and almost everyday so I get a few hours of sanity in between the madness that is my roommate.  Thanks for that Sara.

On the other hand my roommate is great for drowning out the silence because she is never quite, that is, unless she has just broken up with her boyfriend for the millionth time (we've only been in school for a month and a half I might add) and she is tearing his stuff off of the wall and from her drawers.  But hey, her loud mouth does bring some smiles to my face from the sheer silliness that pours from it most times. Seriously, she isn't the brightest crayon in the box all the time.

So, what are you supposed to conclude from this rant? That's up to you... You now know more about what I'm dealing with here and why I so often come to my blog for relief from the insanity in my life.  Well, not really relief, more like it's just a place to be pissed and make my dad laugh because he thinks I'm just so funny (fyi: I am).  All I can say after this is thanks mom and dad for not arranging a marriage for me or forcing me into rooms with people I'm not fond of.  That would suck!

Ok I'm done writing because there is no way I can hold my bladder for any longer. I HAVE TO PEE!

Samie

PS: The caf food wasn't that bad today incase anyone cared.

Rain... Nuf said.

I really despise rain. It's not my friend at all and I would really rather it stay away from me. I would much rather snow over any other form of precipitation and I don't even really enjoy snow all that much. At least snow is a little more solid though! Snow still sucks because it requires freezing temperatures and all to occur, but at least I can shake it off of me when I get inside. Rain... Not so much. So. To rain I have this to say, "Bite me. Go away and don't come back." Plain and simple.

Now I know rain is essential for us to live and everything, but that doesn't mean I have to like it and that doesn't mean everyone has to throw that fact in my face every time I say I hate it. To those people I also say bite me because we all know you don't like it either.

Sincerely,
Wet person

PS: I especially hate rain when I've just put the effort in to straighten my hair... Boo!

Decisions, Decisions...

I CAN'T MAKE UP MY MIND!

I've been thinking about majors and what I want to do with my life for the past couple of weeks.  Generally, this is something you'd make up your mind about before you even apply to college or at least during the application process.  Not me apparently.  Well, not now anyway.  When I applied and got excepted to Montreat here in North Carolina I was dead set on majoring in Elementary Education and going through the process to become a high school math teacher.  However, I kind of made that decision really quick off the cuff because I didn't have any other ideas as to what I wanted to do for a career.  I figured, well, I like school, and I love kids, so why not teach?  Now that I'm here, though, and have been thinking about what I truly want to do with my life, I just can't figure out what I really want.  I know I love people and want to work in a place when I can interact and hopefully make a difference in people's lives.  The problem is I don't know how to go about doing this.  I also love sports and being an athlete so it'd be cool if I could include that in my future some how.  This is why I'm now considering majoring in psychology.

Psychology would require graduate school, which is a lot more schooling and money, but it also holds the work world at bay for a few more years; well, kinda.  Not really I guess.  When it comes down to it, the "real world", as it is referred to so often, is already here and hitting me like Irene hit Wilmington.  Anyway, back to psychology.  I think I could be really happy in psychology.  If I major in psychology and get my degree, I can then go to graduate school for sports psychology and work with athletes.  Or I could go for school psychology and work in any school with kids, which would also be cool.  Being in a school setting would be cool because I'd still be on a school schedule, which lets be honest really isn't that bad.  I mean, who doesn't love summer break? I think the biggest reason I'm torn between education and psychology is the schedule and the opportunity to work with kids who are at a crossroads in their lives like I am now.

Education has many pros and cons.  For instance, working with kids and young adults and hopefully making an impact on their lives would be awesome.  I think I would love every minute of it.  It also doesn't require nearly as much schooling as psychology.  I could even coach at a school if I were to become a teacher one day.  The biggest turn off from teaching is I don't truly know if I want to be in a school environment for my whole life.  I know I'd enjoy it for a little bit, especially not being the student, but I'm not entirely sure I'd be happy doing it until I'm not working anymore.

On top of this decision, there is also the option of major in either psychology or education, and minoring in the other.  I don't know which on I would major or minor in.  I guess that would just depend on which I decide I want to do more.  There is also a chance I could major in psychology and minor in something like physical education and work at a school doing both school psychology and teaching physical education.  But, I think to do this I would still have to major in education... I JUST DON'T KNOW! There are too many options within the two fields and I just can't decide what I really want to do with my life.

What it all boils down to is one very confused Samie who realizes that she doesn't actually have to declare a major until her junior year.  That doesn't mean I'm any less confused and slightly stressed about it.  I'm still thinking about it a lot and have come no closer to a decision.  I also haven't changed anything with my classes or plan to major in elementary education.  So for right now I'll continue to think and think and think about it.  Also, my dad will probably read this and call me with some sage advise or random question that is supposed to help, but will really just leave me thinking just the same (I love you for this dad and you have permission to call me with your sage advise).

Well, I'm done thinking and writing about this for the night.  Plus, I have to go finish my laundry and I'm hungry since the caf food sucked again, so I'm going to make a pb&j!

Bite me "real world",
Samie

An Ode to Caf Food

Ah Caf food.  How I hate thee dearly.  Why must you tease me with your aesthetically pleasing entrées?

For real though, your food always looks really good and turns out tasting like poop! Don't ask me how I know what poop tastes like because I won't have an answer for you; just a glare that begs the question "Seriously? You're that person?" and the statement, "You now have permission to leave my presence for the remainder of the day!"

This week has been especially bad in the caf.  Almost every meal sucked butt big time!  I don't know that one could call any of the meals food, but the kitchen staff swears it is.  I'm not convinced.  One would think the food served in a college dining hall would be at least a little bit healthy, to avoid the dreaded freshmen fifteen, and most importantly edible; especially since we live in dorm rooms without access to a kitchen to make our own food, unless in a microwave, if we so desire.  As a result of this insanity, I often find myself eating salads for many meals (today that was even bad) or indulging in Ramen Noodles or a Hot Pocket of some sort.  Not exactly what I call healthy or necessary if we could have more consistently good meals.

The sub-par meals are bad, but what's worse is being teased with an outrageously good meal every once in a while.  For example, the other day for dinner we had our choice of fish sticks or chicken sandwiches with either tater-tots, potato chips, or mashed potatoes.  It was fantastic!  I chose the chicken sandwich and tater-tots.  I also indulged in some cottage cheese, even though my friend poked fun at me for it.  The rockie road ice cream for dessert was killer and left very happy as I left the caf! It was superb, and I was throughly bummed when I went in this morning to crappy eggs and sausage for breakfast, followed by an array of less than satisfactory pastas for lunch (and gross salad), and a kinda okay pizza dish for dinner.

All in all, caf, you have failed me again today, and all week for that matter.  Here's to a couple of good meals mixed in with the junk, and the hope of some fantastic food in the next week!

Enjoy your glorious food!
Samie

Mind Nuggets A Plenty!

HelloGiggles – Go Ahead and Feel It… At Least For a Moment

This is pure genius and perfect for anyone who has just gone through a big change. For example, moving out for the first time to a place 3,000 miles away from home and starting over entirely.

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Regarding Care Packages

Care packages are a college girl's best friend! I've only been at school for about a month and my mom sent me my first care package two weeks in. BEST. THING. EVER. Especially when she refuses to tell me what is in the box being shipped from 3,000 miles away. It's like Christmas, only without a tree and with out my family.

Here are some of the things I got in my last care package:

Awesome rain boots. I go to school in NC and it rains a lot.

In-n-Out hats for a little taste of home.

A flameless candle because I play volleyball and kneepads can easily stink up a dorm room if you aren't careful.

Smarties and Hawaiian Punch among other various snacks that I have already consumed.

I highly recommend care packages for any college student. They are a happy surprise, to put a smile on the face of any student during a rough week of classes. Also, mass amounts of candy make study parties more fun; just something to keep in mind... mom. ;)

Can I just pay you to follow me around and sing all day?!

I have a new found love for music! BAM! there it is. Over this past summer I've really gotten into some really good stuff such as Wakey!Wakey!, Everly, Tyler Hilton, and so manu more! Of course, as a result of this new found killer music, I have an awesome playlist in my iPod that can cheer me up during any situation. If I'm experiencing a dose of homesickness or sitting in my bed incredibly bored of studying, I just through my playlist on and it's like instant happy juice flowing from my headphones! Seriously, this is no joke, I have some of the best music in the world and as I'm sitting here taking a break from this indecent World Civ paper I am basking in it's glory! So, all I have left to say now is thank you God for blessing so many amazing people with their incredible voices and the courage they have to record it so it can grace my ears with it's presence!

That's it for now. Gotta get back to this dreaded World Civ paper...

Boo homework,
Samie

World Civ in a nutshell...

"Shoot me now please..." 

I am a person you know!

Warning: I'm going to ramble like a crazy person here!

Can I just say I absolutely hate being treated like I'm four and don't know what I'm talking about! You may ask why I'm putting this out there?  The answer is simple.  When one calls a business to get things taken care of and carry on with her day, she expects to get things done, not be treated like a nincompoop and shrugged off like she doesn't know anything about what she is calling for in the first place! This happened to me today and let me just say it irritated me! I called to cancel a program that my bank tacked onto my account because I didn't want to deal with the $12 fee every month for something that I don't deem necessary for me to take part in.  After explaining this to the customer service rep two or three times, she essentially refused to let me cancel the service before doing some extensive reading on the subject.  The conversation ended in an unhappy Samie, an uncanceled service, and a successful customer service rep.  To her I say, "You may have won this time, but you won't be so successful next time!"  Ok that's all the ranting I have on this annoying subject.  Continue on with your happy day, or since it's almost 11pm, your happy evening.

(insert something inspiring or sincere here)
Samie

Where to start?

Well, here goes nothing... My name is Samie and I'm a freshman here at Montreat College. This blog is the direct result of my complete and utter boredom. Basically, I'm sitting here in my dorm room watching 'Friends' (one of the best shows ever, second only to 'One Tree Hill') and have nothing better to do. However, as I'm laying on my bed watching this I'm beginning to realize that blogging could be a good thing, maybe even a great thing, for me. I'm not a huge fan of writing and am not very confident in my writing, so I figure this could help me become more comfortable with writing my mind nuggets down on paper, or computer screen... Recently, I've become really interested in reading blogs and after reading I always find myself sitting in jealousy of the writer and his or her way with words. So, now that it's dinner time and I'm going to go get my grub on, I'm going to conclude with this... I'm going to make this blog into my own personal way of making myself a better (and braver) person and writer. I suppose that's all for now.

Peace,
Samie