To christen the occasion, I think a long, in-depth, meaningful entry is at hand. So if you're ready for some random moments and juxtapositions, I think you've found the right place.
I'd like to start off by sharing that living in an apartment with three of the most awesome girls I have ever met is something that I will cherish forever. I didn't think we would mesh so well, and not to sound cliche or anything, but it feels like I've seriously known these girls for quite some time. Our lack of food brings us closer because we actually have to decide where and what to eat. Yesterday marked the first real roommate dinner for all of us. Well, plus our "technical fifth roommate" Tom.
m: Let's join a sorority with Nancy winter quarter.
f: Can't we make our own sorority?
m: Ok, name it.
f: Quad-Delta?
m: Perfect.
You know in those 80's movies where teenagers wake up and miss the bus so they have to run to the next stop to actually catch the bus? My story is just like that one, straight out from those movies, except with more heavy breathing. There I was, hurrying out of the apartment, locking the door, scurrying to the bus stop when I see the bus leave the stop. Deciding whether to just skip class or run to the next bus stop a few feet away, I booked it choosing the latter option. Not only did I make it, I had to sort of stop running a few feet before the stop just so I could still look cool and be somewhat fashionably late. The heavy panting calmed down to a mere...not-so-heavy panting. Damn shuttles and their crazy stop times.
We will be welcoming a new member to our sorority house (Delta Delta Delta Delta) by the name of Porkchop. Now, I'm not quite certain if he's named after the dog in the cartoon show Doug, but he is cute nevertheless. He is a maltese yorkie and will be loved endlessly in the vicinities of our very hearts. So come visit him! Or us.
STOP SPENDING MONEY YOU DON'T HAVE, MARISSA. (This is just for my personal reference.)
In other news, Mr. Lancaster came to visit recently. He promised me a cool poster to put on my blank art-forsaken walls. My walls are his canvas. We went to a shopping center nearby, and upon seeing a large purse, he inquired:
b: Can I ask a question?
m: Sure.
b: What is the use of bags this large? To put their babies in?
m: Yes.
I'd like to take a moment to talk about myself. I know that may seem weird, but I haven't really talked about myself lately. I've shared my experiences and feelings, but nothing truly concrete. I just want to tell you all what I've realized about myself so far, not as confusing case files about myself, but as solid Marissa stuff. I've noticed I don't quite fit in sometimes. As strange as it sounds, I guess that's what makes me...well, me. I hate clubbing, I don't listen to certain music that most people do, I speak using words I learned studying for the SATs, my sense of humor is a little bit more...advanced? I love using quips. I fancy people who use quips in everyday language. I am not a slut. I don't see the use of dressing up like whores. Well...I guess if you were one, then that's a different story. I don't dress up looking like I'm asking for it. Simplicity overrules everything in the end. I have trouble learning certain things. I avoid any sort of confrontation. I hate those suckers. I have somewhat of a inferior complex. But honestly, I don't think it shows. I do what I want. I say what I want. I eat what I want. When I see something I like, it's hard for me to achieve it. However, when I see something I like when shopping, then I go for it in a flash. But sometimes I get picky about things. I get picky about what color to get, or what clothes to wear, or just what facial expression to use (hah). I hate the smell of acetone and yet I enjoy mixing up the color of my nails. I don't like asking for favors from people. I only accept favors that are within reason. I love music that makes me feel good and that make my heart race. This year is going to be a great year...academically. I'm gonna stick it to the man.
I'm in desperate need of an extremely comfy and soft body pillow...for those lonely nights you aren't here to hold me.
Okay, so usually I'm not a big Lifetime movies fan, BUT just recently, I watched A Piece of My Heart or Perfect Opposites (as some would call it). I wasn't expecting much, just the usual romantic mumbo jumbo that we all know and cherish. Plus, Martin Henderson looked like a quite charming young lad. The last time I cried over a movie was over August Rush, which still touches my heart. But this movie, dang it, tore down the dams of my tear ducts even if it was just for a little while. Everyone needs a good little weep every now and then. So here I am, watching this movie (I kind of missed the first few minutes of it but I'm guessing it didn't really show much, I got the gist of it though), and I made a few connections of my life through it. Especially one line that hit very close to home: "He adored me. It's what I needed at that time." I want to be adored. LOL. So if you ever get the chance, it's actually not that bad. Lifetime caught me in their little emotional movie vortex.
I think this is a big enough entry, oui? Til next time, I bid you adieu.
Sincerely,the girl with the quizzical brow.
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