The Beginning part 4

Its been awhile since  i've last posted. Schools is just about the same but my roommates havnt changed. To my discovery, one of my roommates hid two of my ceramic mugs, a fork, and a knife because she thought they were stinky when i had just washed them, they were missing for about a month and a half. I was pretty irate when i found out they were in a drawer, the only reason i found them is thanks the my crazy roommate, she opened the drawer and there sitting were the two mugs....needless to say, it's pathetic she hid them. Other than that the past two weekends i've gone home have been amazing thanks to the friends that made it like this. Cody "homie" Valdez. Kipha S. Henke, Austin Buhler, and Braden Johnson going to the rancher is now a tradition, nothing but good times, memories, and laughing comes from this. We always get the back table when no one is sitting in it because haha last two times we've gone we got pretty noisy, woops:)  
Fall break is just around the corner and i cant wait to go home and bum around. Go golfing with friends, hang out at home, get my hair done, and go to the rancher(:

The Beginning part 3

This is the best news i've received since  living with my roommates, one of them is moving next semester and we're getting a new one. I hope this one is A LOT better than the one leaving and she may be here this Saturday to meet us and what not. My sleeping habits have taken a turn, some nights i'll go to sleep early and others it'll be the EARLY hours until i am able to fall asleep. The homework is alright, but the math is all that i worry about. For the most part i get it. i just have a slight problem figuring out how to get the answer. When i do figure out how to do it, its smooth sailing for the rest of the assignment.

The Beginning part 2

Well, even though the noise level in my apartment can get to the point where its almost ridiculous to try and study, it slowly starts to die off. I do acknowledge that there is a library with secluded spaces to study where its quiet, but i find my room to be much homier than the library since its my own personal space. I forgot to mention the adventure i had when i donated my blood. I go to sit down so she can prep the area to poke me. She jabs me and of course i'm watching this because its interesting and when the blood is supposed to flow through the clear tube it doesn't so she sits there for a minute trying to find my vein which was once there, you could see her getting a little flustered as she called over a male to find it and he was unsuccessful even though having a needle swoosh through my arm and pushed deeper to find my vein it didn't really bother me. When the male couldn't find it the female that was originally doing it called over "Ramone" who was over the donation process to come and find it, he fished around and was also unlucky. They moved to the other arm and found the vein, i think the female was a bit intimidated so they had "Ramone" do it for them and i guess good luck comes in pairs because they found it just fine when they poked me.

The Beginning

Oh the many joys of College, rather they be what you expected or not. My adventure on the other hand has been the opposite. Roommates, well what is there to say when you have been thrown under a roof with 5 other girls when the last 18 years you have done the opposite. Its interesting how we all managed to not "explode" when someone says something that irritates one of the other roommates. I've been finding this extremely difficult when they say something and then later contradict themselves. Maybe its when they admit themselves to "slut-bag-whores" or count off how many guys they've slept with maybe even the vulgarity of their language. Despite some of the trashy roommates i have, the whole school adventure has been an eye opener. My criminal justice instructor was a corrections officer for more than 20years and a warden at draper county jail (not sure if it was prison) and interviewed Ted Bundy, My english professor has this sense of entitlement that he thinks he can me a fool out of some kids in the class. The softball instructor is pretty laid back and nice, but when he cancels class at least every week, it gets old. My math professor has a deal that whenever a phone goes off in class or busts you for texting, you bring doughnuts on Fridays. The hours I've put in for studying is ridiculous most nights i wont get to bed till an average maybe 2 or 3am.