the top 10 things I learned from the dorms

I am now counting down the hours left of dorm life... its about 12. So with the year ending and my dorm career coming so nicely to a close, I thought I'd write about things I learned while living in a dorm here at ECU and at UNCG.

1. Maintenance men show up when you least expect them to.
UNCG: Meredith and I at our computers on a tuesday afternoon moments before I have to go to class, a knock at the door, I assume its Laurin Martin...So I scream for the bitch to "Get the Fuck out you bitch." Turns out to be a frightened maintenance man.
ECU: Well.. I was taking care of some business.. ah hem... one afternoon and theres a knock at the door, figuring that they would just go away if I didn't answer.. I was wrong, they came in and I had to pretend to be asleep.

2. There really is lesbian activity in the showers.
UNCG: We had a lesbian who lived down the hall from us who liked to have LOUD sex in the showers at random times. I was always told to go in and listen and report back news to the boys and I happily obliged.
ECU: In Tyler, our showers are connected. Meaning that we have four, but there are pairs. But it goes without saying that if someone is in one of the pairs, you dont use the shower in the same stall. But not these girls, they shower together and have long serious talks with eachother while they shower.

3. People above you are always going to be really loud and really annoying.
UNCG: Now, we never knew if these people were 400 pounds, like to bowl at random times at night, were wrestling or just jumping around, but they were so loud really late at night. Luckily I had a loft bed so I would just retaliate and bang things as hard as i could against the ceiling, but it never really helped.
ECU: The boys above us play basketball at 2 am or have sex where the bed bangs against the wall. The basketballs gave me terrible headaches. But this time we actually complained and they got yelled at :).

4. It takes 3 days for a bowl of milk to curdle. I don't need examples here.

5. If you live on the first floor, there will be roaches.
UNCG: Roaches weren't too frequent but when they did come out, they came running from the air conditioner, meredith would jump up and scream and I'd grab a high heel and squish it.
ECU: This past weekend we had a roach infestation. It was nice, roaches were everywhere. The neighbors and I got to go on a killing spree in the bathroom and I got Ross to kill all the ones in my room after we raided the hell out of it. I'd say in total there were about 60 dead roaches around.

6. Construction workers pick the worst time to do work.
There's really no story except that at both schools I've been woken up numerous times in the morning and afternoon by noisy construction workers.

7) Mooning people is necessary to make friends.

8) People around you listen to THE WORST music.
UNCG: Hunter liked to listen to Dashboard Confessional really loudly with the door open, that always really made me and Mere really happy.
ECU: Well, I've had to hear really loud postal service which isn't awful... but then you always hear the annoying rap blaring somewhere.

9) People have no consideration for others in the lobbys.
UNCG: I studied for a few tests in there and everytime a big group of people would come in and watch tv or this big black kid would blast really awkward music on the computers in there, when clearly there were at least 5 other people trying to study as well.
ECU: The few times I've tried to study, a huge meeting started in there, some kid played the piano and sang really loudly, 6 girls came running in to watch America's Next Top Model. I gave up on the lobbys.

10) Hall Coordinator are always really annoying.
UNCG: God, that woman was a bitch. First off she lied to mere and me on our first tour back last summer. She never had anything nice to say and she closed the kitchen on us. She was also just strange and too old to be a hall coordinator.
ECU: For one, shes never around and two she has really really loud sex with her husband in her apartment, which is not connected to my room, but our neighbors room. They like to get in big fights and then have crazy loud sex. Unfortunately I havent gotten to hear most of this :(.

That wasn't much of a complaint and maybe not even that funny, but I'm still all jacked up on cafeine and really just want to go to sleep, but I don't see that happening soon. Summer starts oh so sooooon!

In a relationship with Slutty McDrunksville at UNC

There are a plethora of things that bother me on facebook, but one thats always really irked me is when people have two people in their picture. Especially when that other person is their girlfriend or boyfriend.
It's bad enough when you have two people in your photo, I may know you and be able to decipher which one is you and which one is your overweight friend, but still why must you have other people in your photo? It is YOUR facebook, where YOUR FACE will be shown with YOUR interests. Not you and your drunk friends playing beer pong's interests.
But what really, really bothers me is the gf/bf in the picture. See theres this section on the facebook where you put whether you are single or not; the one that you got really excited about and immediately changed when your relationship status changed. So you don't need to put your significant other in your picture. I understand you're in a relationship and if i want to see them, all i have to do is click that persons name that it says you're in a relationship with. Once again this isnt a page for you and your gf/bf, it's YOUR page. It's not FACESbook (thanks tubs). I really hate it when they have them kissing too or doing something all Cutesy. I can't see your face if its kissing someone elses.
While on the subject of annoying bf/gf things on facebook, let me add one last thing-
I hate those stupid photo albums that you put up of you and your significant other that have obviously all be taken on the same day in the same room. Oh, how cute you can take 30 pictures of you and him/her doing silly shit together and kissing. Has it gotten to the point that you just dont have any other friends now because you spend all your time together, so you must fill your photo albums with only pictures of eachother?
I understand you're excited about your relationship, but understand that I'm trying to keep my lunch down when I'm innocently browsing through your photo albums. So maybe next time before you put up pictures of your boyfriend giving you a raspberry and you giggling in the backround, think about me and my stomach. Thanks.

You and your smug

Since this past Saturday was Earth Day...this one is for you Earth! YA!
My parents came today to see my lovely apartment for next year (University Manor) and to move out a lot of my stuff, so as we were returning from lunch so we could pack up our car with all my crap, I noticed that someone had TP'ed the tree outside of my dorm. What was the point? I would think if you're going to TP something, you usually do it in someone's yard, after some sort of sports game or holiday where kids get dressed up and prostitute for candy, but why a dorm tree? Who are they effecting besides the poor tree and littering the campus? They are just making more work for someone to come and clean up.
I'm sure the custodial staff doesn't make a lot of money here and I know they must put up with a lot of kid's stupid shit. There are nights I've returned to my dorm to find a huge trashcan tipped over with massive amounts of trash just laying out in the street. There is food, cups and other random stuff dropped in the cafeteria and never picked up, and people then purposely turn their trays to block the tray line. Then the really immature people, namely boys, tear down stuff their RA's put up on the walls and destory other people's bulletin boards. And why!? Have we not grown up yet? Are we assuming that because we're all selfish assholes that we can litter whatever we want and expect someone else to clean up after it? And ruin someone else's work because you feel like it, because it would be funny?
People leave their shit everywhere and just think, oh someone else will take care of it. No, actually that would give them too much credit, they don't even think that... they just don't think and don't care. You're so fucking funny and so fucking cool for throwing your shit in the street. Wow...you really threw the styrofoam cup *that can't decompose* with one hell of a manly arm. But wait, there was a trashcan right next to you. But no...no trashcans aren't for you dickweed, the street is much more suitable for that empty cup. Or better yet, let's throw our cigarettes on the ground because that ash tray is just too many steps away.
Let's write on things, lets break random stuff that someone else paid for to convenience you, let's have huge water balloon fights and not pick up any of the 1000 balloons that are smashed between here and Brewster, let's spill ketchup all over the stairs and leave it there for people to smear up the rest of the stairs, lets break bottles in the street....lets just keep making more and more messes, so that the school has to hire more and more people to clean it up, so that inevitably they can just raise our tuition payments because they have more and more people to pay. Let's just keep fucking things up because we haven't grown up yet and its really funny.
God, you guys are annoying. I hope someone comes and fucks up your house and makes it a mess and you bitch and whine because for once you have to clean it up. I'm no tree hugger, but I atleast know how to not litter and how to pick up after myself. The next time I see someone litter I'll just pick it up and run after them telling them dropped it and if they give me attitude...ill just kick them in their tiny balls.
That one's for you Earthy!

I'm not here...well I am, but I'm not. Well it says I'm not. So I am.

Michael Crook had an outburst complaint to me tonight and although I am 100% guilty of the following, he let it out and I'm gonna let the world know. So the following was written by Michael Crook, thanks Mikey.

I thought of something. It really pisses me off when people talk with their aways messages up. We've gotten so used to away message meaning that they're not there, so obviously they can't talk, but now, sometimes they are there. Now I don't know if they're really gone, or maybe they're just ignoring me. It makes me kind of paranoid. I can understand people wanting to show off their witty creation of an away message by leaving it up, but you know what-they're never creative. It's always something like "I'm Gone" when they're really not or some fucking emo quote that they're just trying to apply to their sad excuse for a life to get noticed in hopes that someone talk to them and feel sorry for them. But the kicker is, that when I do respond to their shitty emo quote, they're just going to ignore me.

I'm gonna slash your tires and your throat because I'm hardcore

Hello Scene girls and boys, with your tight jeans, bandanas, straightened hair to the side, "I'm in a really bad band, but think I'm great" attitude, bad attempts at "hardcore dancing", stupid unnecessary facial piercings, suction tight thirft store t-shirts, and strange obsessions with your awful myspace and the terribly pathetic emo picture of yourself you have on it. Are you still suffering from those cuts you got last night from that show from that dude with the hair? Are you telling everyone how awesome it all was? Are you stoked because you went to this show of a band that YOU just discovered and they're "Fucking awesome...So intense, man."? When are you going to wake up to the stench of your own unwashed clothes that reak of smoke and B.O. and realize that no one is scene, nor are there "hardcore/metal" kids? So stop trying so hard.
This complaint isn't really directed at some people's measley attempts to look scene/hardcore...its more directed at how these people say, "music is my life" and then get all emotional about it, but i figured I had to introduce it with some scene kid bashing. (I wasn't even aware people were still trying to be scene/hardcore/emo etc... but I was wrong. Very wrong.)
These kids can pop up anywere and they find themselves so elite. And why they think they are elite... I don't know. They sit around talking about music and the sweet show they went to.
These kids or anyone that finds themselves smeared in their own shit of music obsession is annoying. People who love music-thats normal. People who can't stop talking about one certain band or how amazing this music is and how connected they are to it and how it moves them and gets all riled up if you say one little comment about said band because they have been listening to them longer than you and know more than you.
Its like these kids think they are better because you might have just started liking Backstreetboys, but they liked them back when they were playing concerts in school gyms. Ok, these kids don't like BBS, but they do like equally as bad as music...let's take a look why don't we?
I find these kids listening to music like -Fall out boy, Taking back sunday, Yellowcard, Coheed and Cambria....ETC.. what is the allure of high pitched girly voiced guys playing sappy music about how some girl ripped out his heart and ate it?
Ok fine. I realize that the kids who think they are scene or hardcore don't listen to that shit either, but they take so much pride in the fact that they like all these obscure bands and that they can sit around with all their "scene" friends and talk about the bands and how "scene" they all are. And the metal kids, they think they are so "hardcore" because they listen to music about killing people or lighting people on fire and wear stupid wrist bands, and punch people for no reason. They are all just as bad as that stupid PUNK revolution that happened a few years ago. Punk/Emo/Hardcore/Scene is not a way of life, its a kind of music. If you are unable to figure out who you are, associating yourself what you think is a way of life but isnt at all, is not going to help. So stop drowning in your terrible music obsessions, learn how to actually play the guitar and not those 4 stupid chords you know, pull your head out of your ass and take a look around because NO ONE CARES THAT YOU THINK YOU'RE SCENE, etc.

My other shirt has its collar popped

As I was sitting on a bench today, next to the fountain in central that doesn't work, waiting for class to start, I was surrounded by an entire tour group. I overheard the tour leader showing all of ECU's prospective students and parents the Graham building and explaining that it was the geology building. And infact it is, but what really struck me was when he said, "Geology is a big major here at ECU." (Well I can't remember the wording now, but he basically said that a lot of people are Geology majors.) Which I wanted to stand up and refute it to the group of naive kids, because the fact is, in a school of 20,000, if I remember correctly there are 30 something students majoring in it.

Anyway, that's not my complaint. However, before I was surrounded by the tour group a studious young man walked by me on his way to class. I looked up at him as he walked past and noticed his shirt. It read: I is a kooledge Stooodent. And naturally it was a black shirt with white writing, as all those shirts are. But what really made me wonder is what would make someone want to buy a shirt like that. Do you walk by the rack in, what im guessing to be Hot Topic (since they sell all those ridiculous attempts to be witty shirts), and read the shirt, laugh to yourself because the mis-spelling and poor grammar have really busted out the humor and realized you had have it? And about the quips they try to put on there...why does your shirt have to be witty? (Not that it is, it's rather annoying actually) Is your personality not enough to show that you're witty, so instead you make up for it and buy a mainstream t-shirt and suddenly you're a riot and oh so clever, without ever opening your mouth?
I really hate the shirts that say, "I have nothing to wear"
I can't believe someone would waste money on such a pointless shirt. So really, is this the shirt you only wear when everything else is dirty, but you so perfectly matched the tank top underneath with it, along with your belt and ugly oversized hippy earrings? Because it appears that you have things to wear.
In my fashion class last semester, we did our last topic on the history of the T-shirt. And it was very interesting actually. We talked about how in the 60's the t-shirt became a form of expression and people would use it to protest and state their beliefs, which I find all good and dandy. But I don't find shirts that say, "I beat your mom at Mario Cart", "You looked better on Myspace", "That's not what you were saying last night" (which can all be purchased at www.Hottopic.com) funny. My mom doesn't play Mario Cart, Why would you have a shirt about myspace, you're that cool aren't you? And its always the most unattractive guys who wear shirts that say "That's not what you were saying last night." etc. So not only have these silly screen tees made a debauchery of what T-shirts used to stand for, they also show me that you have no taste or time when it comes to clothes. You clearly have the money to buy these shirts, so thats not the problem. They're not clever, nor funny, they waste my time because naturally you have to read what's on someones shirt, and just make you look bad. The shirts never fit well, are always semi-faded in a bad way because the wearer wears them so much and after wearing them once the message just doesnt hold the same stupid value it used to.
So take off your stupid screen tees because i don't need to see a shirt that says, You were never my boyfriend on it, because damn right I wasn't. I'm not saying you have to dress well, I'm just trying to save you some of the little dignity you have left.

(the only screen tee's I have respect for are the ones that come from bustedtees.com and because those are actally clever and funny, but I would still never buy one.)

On another topic of tees, I also hate ones that have had the store logo thrown up on it. I don't care that you got your shirt from Hollister. Cool, but you don't need to advertise, I already know you paid way too much for a shitty quality shirt. The only one I could respect is the one Chris and I made up, ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH 1947 I FUCKED YOUR MOM. which yes...borders on the the complaint above, but it would also be making a mockery of the stupid shirts they sell at Abercrombie. And naturally you would have to pay fifty dollars for it and I wouldn't buy it.

LIke, do we really have to do work?

I don't know if it's because I go to ECU or maybe our generation is just getting dumber, but I swear I encounter more and more stupid people every day. So we'll look at classes, because they are a prime location to evaluate the Stupid Revolution.
Ways to tell that you're smarter than the kids in your class:
1. Do you have one of those people that complain loudly about every assignment given or that the teacher goes all the way up to the end of class? Oh God, we're in class for the whole fifty minutes today. Do these people not realize they are in college and there is work to be done and class to attend? Let's just complain a little more loudly next time.
2. Do you have one of those kids that has to answer every question, but most of the time is stating the obvious? Ok, so they answer every question, you would think they are smart, but when all they are doing is rearranging the words that the teacher just said and adding a period on the end and not a question mark. These people dont know what they are talking about and just hope everyone else thinks they do. In other words, these people just like to hear themselves talk.
3. Do you overhear other classmates complaining about how hard your Intro level class is after class? When all these classes consist of is taking notes, understanding basic concepts and being able to spit it back out on a test. Why its hard and they can't make A's is beyond me.
4. Do you hear that annoying girl talking to some equally annoying boy behind you before class starts and you want to strangle yourself because their conversation is so dense and filled with the overuse of the word "like".
5. Do you have kids in your english class who still can't grasp the idea of MLA format, so in turn your teacher has to spend multiple class days going over it and people still do it wrong? Uh, did we not learn MLA in highschool? I think we did. Ok great. Double spacing really isnt that hard to remember.
I thought you had to be somewhat intelligent to get into school, even if this is ECU. I'm sure there are dumb people at UNC. I think if you're dumb, you should just keep your mouth shut, then people won't realize you're severely mentally handicapped and will just think you're mysterious.
But finally, there is the entire breed of boys that are so low on the IQ scale that it's painful to be in their presense, thoses that dropped out, or don't really go to college, sit around trying to get laid by highschool girls still, spend all their parents money on drugs and past their time by getting arrested. And somehow, I got stuck going to highschool with a vast amount of them. They're the people that kill me the most. They are the epitome of fuck ups and giant losers and they ruin every place they show up that I'm at. These are the people that give me no hope on our generation. To be a complete bitch: they are a complete waste of space/time and a bunch of fat fuck ups.
Basically... I hate dumb people, if you can't understand that my joke was bad and then make fun of me for it, I don't want to talk to you.

What's Hood witcha. I got my Gat.

I hate the people who drive up the hill specifically, but really anywhere, and blast their awful music. Newsflash retards, not everyone enjoys rap music. White and black people alike both feel the need to blast rap music. I don't ever see an asian blasting music and that's because they know better.
And really it doesnt matter that its rap music, any music being blasted is annoying. Especially when they drive by, windows down, seat leaned back, sunglasses on, and they are looking out their window to you, looking for afirmation of their coolness-because its then that they look even dumber. I just made really offended/you're a dumbass faces at them, in hopes of making them think twice about blasting their "Songs about Guns and Hos" cd again. (almost sounds like guns and roses there, that kind of excited me.)
But what really pisses me off is when its like 2 in the afternoon, I'm peacefully trying to take a four hour nap and asswhipe Mcwhipey decides to drive up the hill in his red car, park outside of Tyler, blast some god awful rap music and lean against his car, for about 20 minutes. I live in the back of the building, if hes in front and I can still hear every word that rich "gangster from the block" is saying, isn't it a bit loud? Wake me from my nap why dont you!?
My bet is, this kid doesnt go to school here, hes just trying to impress the ladies. Why else would you blast horrendous music and just lean against your car, waiting for the next girl to walk by. LAME.
So what I'm saying is this. Drive your car and drive it well. Don't blast music, especially rap, especially if you're white-because you look really dumb trying to rap along with it. Play your music loud enough to hear it through out the car, not through out the town. Don't think people think you are cool because you have a stereo and a car in which you can blast shitty music in, because they dont. The next asshole who wakes me up from my nap because of the shitfest hes throwing outside my dorm, is gonna get a slashed tired.

Hampsters are more livelier before they go in your ass

I apologize for the lack of complaints. I've just been busy and complaint free. Well complaint free to the extent that what I have been complaining about wasn't good enough to constitute an entire post. At any rate, if you have any suggestions or requests to be complained about, leave a comment and I'll take it into consideration. Until then, if I can't come up with something good, I'm not going to post. And plus, I'm a busy girl, don't you know?

Fight Club

(This is completely seperate from my complaint, but it involves the same night/place.)
Things I learned at PB's last night:
When the YMCA song comes on, only God knows why first of all, don't turn around to the random boy behind you and do it, because hes then going to ask your name and if you want to swing dance. Then when when I said I haven't since I was in sixth grade, he happily offered to teach me. To that my friends, I say no.

Also, when there is a stage on top of another stage, I should never attempt to leap onto the second stage, because naturally only I would miss the jump all together and smash my leg into it and fall backwards on top of the lower stage, all while being sober.

Anyway, I am avery undowntown kind of girl; I don't like clubs and I figured thats the only thing you can do downtown. Well when everyone told me they were going to PB's last night, I was hesitant at first, but they promised it wouldn't be like the Cavern or Cabanas, so I said ok. But there was one thing that was exactly the same; idiotic boys.
It starts with an unintentional glare, an accidental bump or a misinterpreted choice of words, and of course sufficient alcohol in their systems and before you know it a string of "FUCK's, SHIT's, MAN's, WHAT's..." comes flowing ever so incoherently out of their mouth. Then this instinctual raising of the shoulders and sticking their chest out like a chicken occurs, as if to make them look stronger. Then their "boys" step in to hold eachother back, while the one who got bumped is screaming something ridiculous and the other guy, usually not as drunk is like Uh? or if he is as drunk is just as happy to join in the clucking chicken fest. Those big bucking chickens.
Last night, we were all standing outside on the porch of PB's and I missed how it began, but probably innocently, Fraty McFratster feathers get all ruffled and hes gotta show McFratter whose the man around here. I, of course, am standing close by and screaming things like, "FUCK, ya man, SHIT, get it", in hopes of egging them on. There's nothing more than I would love to see than two khaki clad, sperry sporting, striped oxford wearing frat boys go at it. But with all these pretentious fights, nothing ever happens, the "boys" pull him off, buy him a beer and find him a stupid girl to convince to sleep with him.
For once, I want to see one of these boys go at it. I want less talk and more action. And then, thats exactly what I got afterwards. As we were standing in Chico's waiting for our taxi, some dude gets a bottle broken on his head and shoved, I think?, into the glass window of a store...well atleast something did. Now thats a little more than I'd expect, because this dude was really bleeding. But props for them for actually fighting it out.
So first off...when you go out and get drunk boys, don't try to be this macho guy and fight the next guy whose elbow slightly brushes yours as hes walking past. And if you have to be this dumbass, don't start your first sentence out with, "What the? Man, fuck you. I'm gonna fuck your shit up!" Because you better believe im gonna run up right there and watch you, egg you on, make fun of you endlessly, and hope that you get the ever living shit beat out of you. Stupid frat boys. Their good for one thing...entertainment.

Sex lies

Dude # 1: Last night, I screwed her brains out, she was loving it.
Dude # 2: *High Five*
Girl #1: Oh really?
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Girl #1: Did you really have sex with him last night?
Girl #2: Sick, no! I bet you could practically braid his back hair.
Girl #1: Hmm.


Why do people feel the need to lie about people they have had sex with? I'm not saying in this scenario that the girl lied, I'm saying the boy lied. But it goes either way. I've had girls and guys lie to me about who they've had sex with.
First off, why go to the lenght of lying about who you had sex with? Why make up a fake story and date of when this happened? Most of the time, these liars bring up the story all on their own, it isnt prompted to them. So they must of thought of this story and thought of who they could tell and thought of what they could gain by telling this story. But what are you gaining by lying about this?
Secondly, the people always tell people that are friends with the said person they had sex with it. So naturally, if you lied about it, the friend is going to figure out and the said person is going to find out you're telling people you had sex with them.
Case in point: During junior year, a friend of mine went around telling people we had sex. Clearly I was virgin then...I wasn't boning anyone. So almost a year later, I find out he has told all of these people that we had sex, outraged I call him. And what do you think happens when I ask him about it? He lies and says he has no idea what people are talking about, but hmm... funny, several people told me. I don't care anymore that was a long time ago, but still... he lied about it originally and then lied to me about. I would have been happier if he just admitted to it and apologized.
So why are you lying? What are you getting out of this? When you tell me person after person that you've had sex with, I don't think you're this awesome person. I'm not like, "SHIT, people must really like you, you must be really attractive, WOW...you're awesome." I don't care what you're number is, unless youre a boy, cus I dont want syphillis.
I'm more than willing to listen to funny sex stories and some crazy thing that boy did last night, like trying to give you a rim job or something, but if its all lies, I dont want to hear it.
Most of the time, by the end of the conversation I know if you just lied to me. Or I go make one phone call and I found out the truth, if it seemed fishy. Basically, what I'm saying is, if you ever lied to me about someone you had sex with and you wanted some sort of recognition for it, I hope I didn't give it to you and that I know and I went and told everyone that you told, that it wasnt true. Because thats the kind of bitch I am. So stop lying for goodness sakes. Spend your time getting laid not making up stories about how you got laid. Dumbass.

Autoresponse: I'm an asswhipe

YOU: "Hey, how are you doing"
10 seconds later: Auto response from Girlorboywhousuallytalkstoyoutoomuch: I'm doing the Big M, check you later.

OH. Well. I see. Too good to say, "Hey can't talk right now." You know, yesterday you were all about talking to me, to the point that I wanted to slit my throat. You wanted me to come out with you, most likely so you can get my drunk and take advantage of me, but no, now you're too good to say anything to me.

This happens to everyone all the time, it pisses some off more than others, but either way it is just rude. The person you tried to talk to, you obviously went to the effort of clicking their box and typing something in, they could take the effort to say I got to go. But no...no...they instead ignore you, close your AIM box and she/he puts up an away message about going out with Sarah and Lindsey/Mike and Jim to get really "fucked up" because "fuck this test I have tomorrow". But you know what, I don't give a shit about Sarah, Lindsey, Mike or Jim or the fact that you're going to fail your test...GASP...I give a shit that I attempted to talk to you and you blatantly ignored me. It's called COMMON COURTESY.

So next time my, I don't really care about talking to you-I'm just bored, "Hey, what's up" goes ignored, I'll think twice about IMing you again.


(Another complaint idea given by Anthony. Thanks boo.)

The Sweaty Desperation

(First of all the idea for this post goes to Anthony. Thanks anf :) )

We've all seen them, you may even be one of them. As soon as it gets warm out, boys and girls alike come out and attempt to attract the opposite...or same sex in ridiculous ways. We all want tans and some, who must be crazy, like to play sports with their friends, so when its nice out, its a great excuse to skip class and hang around outside. But the great lenghts people go to show themselves off is astounding.
There I am, walking from Tyler to go to some dreadfully boring class, most likely Geology, it's a sunny day and as usual I'm stuck in class all day, but there they are, strategically placed boys playing football on the lawn and girls completely "oblivious" to the boys, lying on the grass in bikinis.
Granted we are really the only dorm around here that has lawn space to do anything on, but there is also a HUGE field at the bottom of the hill, am I wrong? But no, these multiple boys and multiple girls share this tiny space and I truly doubt they are concerned about playing football or getting a tan. How I know this is simple: The boys take off their shirts and prance around with their football and the girls lean on their elbows sticking their small titties out. I've watched it and been abhorred! It's pathetic really.
I wouldn't approach a guy like that, although I don't mind watching them from my window with Brittany as I jump around in my underwear, I mean?! uh. Anyway, I wouldn't talk to a guy that feels he has to show himself off to get attention, he almost falls under the catergory of the "metrosexual" in his self consciousness/or full of himselfness, hes just a little more manly than the metrosexual...or maybe that's just what they want us to think? And one of those girls, usually surrounded with their other girls, carefully smearing tanning oil on them and making sure not to miss the tit region, must either think too much of themselves or wants to attract scheazy guys. Because I think if a guy was to approach one of them, he'd have to be a scheaze or drunk.
So here it is people...its extremely nice out, I know. But there is a giant grassy field at the bottom of the hill where everyone would have plenty of space to do what they want. And if you are to hang outside Tyler, I understand, it's convenient, but keep a shirt on, lay out there with your homework and some clothes on? Stop looking so desperate...because in the end, if I'm laughing at you, I'm sure others are too, well I can hope.

"This is a time for politics" suck it G.W.B.

I first off want to apologize for that atrocious complaint I posted today. It was god awful, I shouldn't allow myself to write such crap. However, I will not delete it because people do need to know that they look like jackasses with homemade tears. Moving on: Random thoughts of the day.

Ross contributed a complaint idea for me, being I don't have enough hatred to write a page on it, I will just say this... We are both sick of the stupid "ECU 2009's, UNC 2009, NCSTATE 2009...etc.." Great, you're at said school, awesome you have ambition to graduate in time. Do we all really need to be reminded? If we're your friend, we probably know what school you're attending and we probably realize that your graduation year should be 2009. But thank you for stating the obvious, its always welcome.

That was uh one hell of a tornado we had today, lasted a grand total of 30 minutes and let me just say, during those 30 minutes I was scared to death.

That research paper I questioned about...I finished it and its definitely A quality.

I would like to say thank you to Caitlin Burch for being a religious reader of this blog, it gives me purpose...I mean?

The Spin Doctors are playing at Barefoot on the Mall in a few weeks and well I'm just kind of excited. I don't know any other songs by them, but I can promise you that I'll be singing "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" as loud as I possibly can.

Emergency Hospital waiting rooms are a death trap waiting to happen. I got to spend three lovely hours sitting in one yesterday and one hour was by myself. There were babies crying, people with bloody wounds and worst of all they were playing FOX NEWS on every TV the entire time. I resorted to putting Zachary on and tuning out the overbearing static of crap.

This isn't 1985 anymore, put away your sissors.

What is this new fascination with ripping holes in your jeans, girls? and maybe boys too. I saw the worst one yet today. Walking from Bate, a girl passed me with very percisely ripped jeans. There was a huge square hole half way down her thigh and then there was an identical hole on the other jean. Both of these holes were about 3 inches wide.. Then she carefully skipped an inch, and cut out another perfect strip on both legs that was about 2 inches wide. Immediately following after her came another girl with a bad choice in cutting.
Real holes are one thing. I love my jeans with the huge hole in them, but that hole got there because they are 4 years old. I didn't buy a new pair of jeans and cut an obvious sluttly slit through it. I don't know if they think this is some sort of fashion statement, because the only thing its saying to me is, "I'm trying to be sexy by putting big holes in my jeans around the crotch area, but really I look like a giant dumb ass."
I also hate the ones where they cut out the knee caps and they cut them both the same. If you're going to cut one, cut the other one somewhere else atleast. The one cool thing about ripped clothing is the strings that start getting stretched across, which come from natural tears. But not from these pathetic attempts to look cute. Instead, you can tell that these girls just cut their jeans, probably the night before, when A Martha Stewart redecorating trip surged through them. But you can tell because there are no strings coming out. Atleast try to make your holes look legit, wash them once or twice, pull out the strings...ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU LOOK LESS FOOLISH.
So if you haven't gotten the picture, I hate the holes. So if you see anyone going at their jeans with a pair of sissors, snatch out of their hands and stab them in the face with it...or just put it away.

I know this complaint kind of sucked your balls, but I had a really mean up here that I wrote today, then I realized it was just TOO mean. So I replaced it with this trash.

Let me just scream at you online real fast

"I can't believe you did that to me!" "You deserved it, you two cent whore." "Uh, I'm not the one with crabs!" "Whatever, bye." Autoresponse from asshole you just had a stupid aim fight with: You know, I really hate those two faced girls, that say one thing and do another. Why don't you just go blow somebody, eh? Two hours later: "Is that about me!?" "No, bye."

Here we go people, classic moments in everyone's lives. Whether, you just happened to read someone's away message and it said something like that and you all of a sudden got invited into their childish argument, or you may even be guilty of having aim fights and putting up away messages like that. Whatever it may be, I'm here to show you that if you resort to fighting online and leaving away messages about it, you're pathetic and childish.
First off, fights on the phone are bad as it is. The other person gives you an air of sarcasm. You don't get to say what you want. They think one thing, you think the other. But let's push it a little farther, shall we. Now, I admit, I have had fights online. More frequent in my middle school days and even into early highschool. Since then though, they have been few and I try to avoid them. But there are many who still have fights online and I get the joy of hearing about them, or just reading about them. If you're actually fighting about something, it must be some what important, and if its important, shouldn't you just make the effort to ATLEAST pick up a phone, if not go talk to them in person.
But fine, I realize that maybe sometimes arguments stem from random things and this is the only way you can talk about it, but do you really need to resort to writing a novel on your away message about the other person? And when you write about it, do you have to have the ability of a five year old to be vague? "Ya, that girl who I'm best friends with, she has blond hair, and is 5'3. I hate her." When, if you had to write an away message expressing your grief you could write, I hate Jenn Flaherty. But no, not only do you have your fights online, you write away messages about it. Wow, youre upset with this person, that isnt uncommon, please go ahead and tell me all about in your profile, so I can know the updates of how you and this person are.
But here's the real kicker, when the person that has been written about in the away message asks if that was about them, when it clearly is, the other person lies. And lies badly. If you're going to be the idiot to write something about the other person all in attempt just so they see it, or to show the world that you're an overreactive cry baby, atleast man up to it and say, "ya you crack whore that was about you and your loose ass cunt."
So finally, someone could say, Robin-just dont read people's away messages. Well if I didnt do that, then I wouldn't have a way to past the time and have ideas of what to complain about next. But it isnt the fact that I read them, its the fact that you did it initially, and its there for all the world to see.
So suck it up, just because your asshole boyfriend/girlfriend has pissed you off, don't let the whole world see it, just because you want your bf/gf to. Suck on that, bitches.

It's a MMMbop and gone.

Random thoughts and events of what now is yesterday:

The man that is the manager maybe director of the dining halls, maybe just Todd, is a total pedaphile. If not that, a serial killer. Just look at him. He's creepy and when I went walking past him on the Hill today, he gave me the creepiest, scheaziest smile ever. I secretly liked it.

People at the gym get all in a huff and puff if you're not off of the eliptical at the exact time it said you would be. Heaven forbid I go 30 seconds over before they start asking questions. Sweetheart, the fat on your ass isn't going to come on off in the 30 second interval that I took up. So whipe that sweat off your mustache and calm down.

Why does birth control make you all emotional? Today was the first pill of my pack and I'm watching sex and the city, crying like a loser in my dorm room. God, I'm pathetic.

ECU kids were down to fifteen days of class.

I have a research paper due on Tuesday that I haven't even begun to get the research for. Will I successfully pull another A paper out of my ass in 3 available days? Only time will tell, but I'm thinking... yes.

Finally, as I was walking to the Galley tonight around 1030 out of shear boredom, I thought I saw our neighbors Erin and Jess sitting at a table. I heard one of them yell, what I thought to be, "Robin!". So in response, I waved and said, "OH hey, thank god people I know." Come to find out, it was some Asian girl I had never seen and some gothic-ie girl smoking a cigarette, which I didnt realize till I was face to face with them. Then I had to explain.