Mishaps and Bubble Wrap

Lookit how cuuuute! With the little swooshy emo bun hair and everything!

Gotta love it when my friend randomly calls me up at 10 PM and is like "I'm sending people over to pick you up.  We're all watching The Labyrinth. Bring popcorn."  It was a good evening, especially as I've never seen that movie before.

Annnnnd, for my dad, and all the other dads out there:



(I would put up some picture of my dad and me looking ridiculous or something, but I think these dessert burgers are a lot cooler)

Ok, so one balloon by itself is pretty cool.  Like, you can play volleyball with it, or entertain a cat, or fill it with water and throw it at someone, you know, tons of fun stuff. But. what if you had several thousand balloons?  All in one room?  And then you added some college students who just got done with finals and have a bit too much energy? The results are quite astounding:

One half of the mastermind team that started this entire thing.
Raaaave!
For a comparison to just how tall the balloon pile was, I am on a bed here (about 18" off the ground) and I'm about 5'4".
Woah!
O.o Balloon creeper!
=D



Oh, and we probably broke a lot of/all fire safety codes doing this (about a week ago. Never got time to post this until now due to moving out of dorm), but our RA didn't complain and sort of joined the balloon fray as well, so no worries. The Fire Marshall would've probably had a heyday, but we would've invited him to join in if he had showed up.

I took over 900 photos last Sunday in Salem at the local qualifier for the soap box derby world championships.  I think I should lay off the shutter button a bit.

However all I have to say is "EDWARD YOU DID IT!  YOU'RE GOING TO AKRON!!!"

So, I had a dream last night that I was back at college and a tornado hit my school and I remember watching the tornado ripping through a wall while I hid under a desk.

This wouldn't be so weird if it weren't for that when my mom was a kid a tornado hit her school and completely destroyed it.

And you think this was a weird dream. You have no idea what you're in for.-FN

I am now the owner of a lamp that looks kind of like the Pixar one, a picture frame, Cranium: Turbo Edition, some random silverware, an iron, a retro-looking wall clock, and two pizza pans.

This is all due to my friend Zach, who came back to grab something he forgot during the move out of his room and we came to the discovery that the last person to move out of the room (our RA) decided that he was just going to ignore the huge pile of garbage he had left in the room, as well as everything in the fridge, the cupboards, the back closet; pretty much the entire place was a mess.  I called our RA and asked him very politely if he knew why there was a mess in the room, and he told me that it didn't matter, because they (as in him, Zach and their two other roommates) were all supposed to clean it up, all of it the stuff was actually their old roommates stuff that he forgot to take before he moved out during winter break, and he didn't care if they got fined for the mess, as he would be able to defend himself as an RA.  So, after Zach had an exchange of words with our RA, we spent about 45 minutes cleaning it all up and pulling stuff out that could be salvaged or wasn't growing mold.

I still need to pack all my stuff up so I can leave tomorrow.  Blah.

You will still have the pizza pans and you will use them regulary to make a certian type of cookie that you don't know exists yet.-FN

So, I'm done with finals.

Wait. Hold the phone.

I'M DONE WITH FINALS!!!

Ok, that was so worth the five minutes it took for me to change the colour of each of those letters.  And even though the last eight hours have been some of the most stressful in a very long time, I think my favourite part was when Kerry walked over to my computer, looked at the part of my final I was finishing up and said "You're insane.  That's a good thing" and then walked off.  It was just so utterly random, and that makes it awesome

Twomorefinalstwomorefinalstwomorefinalstwomorefinalstwomorefinals. *falls over*

And, as I found out around 11:30 this evening, if you try hard enough, you can indeed get the paint back into the squeeze-out paint tubes. It's just really difficult to do.

Because it's finals week!

Monday-
All day: Working on Graphics and Design final projects.  Contemplate just sleeping in the art department in order to get everything done.
4:30 PM: Theatre Dance dress rehearsal

Tuesday-
Most of day: Keep working on Graphics and Design final projects.
7 PM: Resident Assistant final
7 PM: Theatre Dance final

Wednesday-
1 PM-3 PM: Graphics final
3 PM-5 PM: Design final

Thursday/Friday-
All day: Either act like a complete spazz since my finals are all done or conk out in my room and sleep for the majority of that time.  Or maybe work on artwork?  Packing up all my stuff might be good as well....

Anyway....OMG, so, like, I'm almost done with my first year of college.  Woah.

And you thought this finals week was difficult. Cute.-FN

That is what I did to commemorate one year of being a high school graduate on Thursday.  Because nothing says "Yes!  I worked through 13 years of schooling and lived to tell the tale, thank you very much!" like running around your campus with a group of friends while stomping in puddles during a thunderstorm.

It's kind of a weird feeling, though, because on Wednesday, the class of '09 from my high school graduated and I know a ton of people in that class, and my brother is going to graduate from high school next year.  One year ago I was just some seventeen-year-old ecstatic to be graduating with her friends, looking forward to the summer, while on the brink of scurrying off to some college in the middle of nowhere completely excited but at the same time sort of terrified for this whole new turn of events, but now I don't even know what I would really be.  A college student?  An artist who is also an athlete?  The gal people have yet to figure out because she's too hesitant to decide for herself?  Someone just trying to get along in college and find a way to be happy?  Where do I fit in? It's a confusing world.