Thursday, September 17, 2009

I hate thursdays.

I hate Thursdays. They just really make me wish it was Friday, which sucks because Thursday is my longest day of classes. However... this particular Thursday is my boyfriend, Brendan's birthday. I'm pissed because I can't see him until tomorrow. He's 20! I feel like the age 20 doesn't get enough credit. Sure, you can't drink yet but i mean you are no longer a teenager. I think it's a pretty big milestone. I turn 20 next Friday... soo not looking forward to that. 
For the first time in my life I feel kindof old.
Perhaps it's because my little brother started driving. I wish he never got his license but I actually enjoyed driving him places. It was always a good time to talk or just to drive around with all the windows down blasting our favorite tunes. I guess I had to lose my driving buddy someday.

my apartment smells like shit. Every morning my roommate cooks something new and raunchy smelling. At least she cooks though. Both of my roommates do actually. Every night at 6 they start cooking up their grand meals. First of all, 6 is WAY too early to eat but my idea of cooking is throwing something in the microwave and calling it a day. Too bad I ran out of microwaveable meals and milk so basically I'm fucked. I suppose living off of nutrigrain bars, fruity pebbles with no milk, and diet cook isn't so bad right? I need to go home and have my mom package up some homemade meals for me pronto.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

incredibly tired and so I think it's a great idea to blog....

I went to a horse show today. I will NEVER understand the dynamics of a horse show. I was hysterical at least 80% of the time I was there. These women with their big hats and prim and proper clothing. Like did they not realize we were sloshing through the mud with horse shit everywhere? whatever.

i just got about three texts to watch the kanye west/taylor swift VMA thing on youtube. i dont care about the vma's, kanye, or taylor swift so shhh.

I feel so awful. For the past 3 weeks I've been getting this unknown caller on my cell phone. I never pick up my cell phone unless I know who is calling me. I've continually ignored this call and have been getting more and more annoyed with the fact that they won't stop calling. Today in my frustration with whomever this person was I picked up my phone and screamed "WHAT!?" Well, it was the American Red Cross begging me to donate blood again because PA is suffering a major blood shortage. I officially felt like an asshole at that moment. Needless to say I made an appointment to donate and if you are eligible you should too. for real.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

i feel like i'm in middle school.

I'm sitting here drinking my gallon of turkey hill lemonade thinking of how much it sucks that it's going to be gone soon. I could savor the last few sips but i'll probably just chug it and regret doing that right after.

... Yep.. thats what I did... and I regret it.

 I can't think of a theme for my blog because there's absolutely nothing I find interesting enough to continually write about. So I assume I'll just write whatever goes through my head which will be incredibly random and pointless.

Anyways I should probably explain the title of this post right? In 7th grade it was really popular to have a 'xanga' which is an online diary and I kindof feel like thats what I'm doing now. Only I am much different than I was in 7th grade... obviously.

7th grade Sam had hot pink hair with spiked necklaces and oversized jeans. You'd think I was a little rebellious child but truth be told my mom took me to get my hair dyed and bought my little spikey necklaces. She thought it was hilarious. What a badass, right?

I hated middle school. I was made fun of for being 4'10 and having the biggest boobs. Too bad I haven't changed at all... luckily people don't really tease me about those things anymore. I did however make friends I am still best friends with to this day. 

On one particular awful day of middle school I was being picked on by this kid named Robert
"Sam.. why do you have such a big nose?!" he kept teasing
thats when this little brown haired girl ran up to him and said
 "robert! why do you have such a little dick !?" her name was caiti ... and we've been close friends ever since.

i can't believe i just talked about middle school for that long. sorry about that.