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.

HelloGiggles – Go Ahead and Feel It… At Least For a Moment: 'via Blog this'

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