English Majors?

This was shown to me by my Communications teacher on the first day of class. everyone thought it was funny - but of course I was the only English major in the room. In fact, I'm one of 8 in the class of 2011. Ha ha.

Dorm -1 ~ Jessie - 0

I am sitting in front of my fan, letting the nice breeze from it evaporate the sweat that I built up fighting with my dorm room. Yes, my dorm. I seem to be the Queen of battles with inanimate objects. Although the last time I checked, spiders are animate.

Anyway, for the first time during orientation, we were giving a break. Everything for the past couple of days has been "Go go go go go!" and "You need to be here right after you do this, which is after this and after this." In so many words, we were captives in our new environment, which they are trying to make a home for us. Homes usually require an adaption period, including doing more than just sleep within them. Moving on -- since I don't have a roommate, I moved in practically like I did. everything of mine was on one side of the room, leaving a giant hole on the door end. I suppose since my room at home is pretty cluttered and small, this made me feel uneasy. I looked at that empty space and all I saw was nothing - a nothing that started to make me very sad and miss home. After staring it down and thinking for about a half-an-hour, I decided now was the best time to attack.

I moved my fridge and bed, looking around for the best "Feng Shui" way to put everything, as well as in a way it would fit! Upon doing that, I realized it would look nice to put some of my wire-collapsible-make-your-own-overly-complicated shelves near the fridge and coffee maker, making it a little kitchenette - without the sink, or anything else resembling kitchen appliances. So I proceeded to dismantle the one from beside my bed since I didn't need one two crates high. Then came the hard part - putting the extra shelves on the one by the fridge. When I was moving in, Josh and my Dad had a hell of a time putting the suckers together, but I figured it was just because it needed a certain finesse that they didn't have, that of COURSE I had. Wrong. I fought with those damned things for over an hour, building and rebuilding them, connecting one only to find out that the other had popped off. It was like an old Goofy cartoon where if something went wrong, it did.

Finally, I got it all up. I put my coffee fixins up top, my dishes on the lower shelves, and then put the one shelf next to my bed. Standing there, looking at my handy work, I had an epiphany. I could have just switched the shelves from the one wall with the one beside my bed, meaning no need for dismantling. Battle lost.

College life for me

As it turns out, I have no roommate, making life all the much sweeter! I have so much room, it's almost insane. I love it though, all the space, freedom and quiet. Already though, I miss Josh and my parents, but that's something I KNOW I can deal with. Classes should be another adventure, however, with my 13 books (damn English major) and such. Wish me luck!

Country music kids have more guts

I went out with a bunch of friends tonight, as a little pre-Jessie-and-Tara-leaving extravaganza. We went out to Cheeseburger in paradise in Severna Park/Glen Burnie for their Thursday night karaoke. This is something substantially different for us, since we usually just go to Laura's house, or bowling. The food was good, the entertainment -- okay I suppose, for drunken people singing. But what I found most interesting, was that people around my age (even those that are of age to drink) usually say they don't like country music, but there certainly were a lot of country songs sung up on stage tonight. Funny little world, 'init?

Creepy Crawlies

So, as I was finishing up packing my clothes for college, I was sitting on my bed watching, of all things, the Discovery Channel. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something dart across my floor, from a stack of papers to under a box of frames, much faster than something would have fallen. Honestly, my family has come across a little bit of a raoch problem, thanks to the animal food that resides in our house, so my first thought was of these disgusting, vile bugs. I hopped off of my new bed (which by the way, sits about six feet off the ground) and investigated. When I picked up the box, it scurried away again, towards a stack of DVD's I had leaning against my dresser. Now, I have dark blue carpeting in my room, that has white flecks to make it look like a sky, and against this I could tell that this was no round, chubby cockroach. It stood out more, and moved too damned fast too! So, one by one, I pull away the DVD's which casted a shadow where the litle bugger was hiding, not allowing me to see what the perpetrator was. As I pulled the last case away, it took off again, this time taking false assurance in the bottom of my dresser, right where it met the floor. This time, against the light faux-wood paneling, I saw that it was a hairy, quarter-sized spider. The first thing through my mind was "Wow... where the hell did that come from..." as I look at my bed and shudder. Bugs don't bother me, but to think of the crawling on me makes me jumpy. Looking around, I thought of a way to dispose of my little visitor that was, in a sense, less than welcome. I have a pen, in the shape of a baseball bat from the Bowie Baysox that reached my hand, but I decided against it, thinking the small diameter of the end would ultimately miss, causing the sucker to run again. After a moment's hesitation, I picked up an index card that had some notes on it from history class last year, and proceeded to jam it against the thing, pulling it away to survey my kill. I poked and prodded it, making sure it was dead before scooping it up and inspecting it. I don't think insects, aracnids or anything with more than two or four legs should have hair. That's what truley freaks me out, since this thing was covered in hair.

I then went out into the living room to show my dad what I had done, much like a three year old. Shoving it in his face and exclaiming "Daddy, look what I killed!" resulted in a recoil from him and an automatic shudder of disgust as he laid eyes on my prize. He has to be proud though, since I am one of those girls that can hold their own against the world of critters. Snakes, mice, bugs and spiders are no match against my index card wielding mightyness!

Tip for those who may need it.

When one is tired, and has their glasses on top of their head instead of on their face, it's easy to mistake the male and female symbols on an unfamiliar bathrooms.

Raven's Band makes the news... again.

Skins Kick Off 07 In Baltimore
submitted by theHogs Posted: August 08, 2007

From http://www.yardbarker.com/nfl/articles/Skins_Kick_Off_07_In_Baltimore/22660


.......- Although Espy did not play in the scrimmage, he received plenty of attention from the Baltimore Ravens Marching Band before the action started. While exercising and performing calisthenics in the end zone, the band counted off every sit up and bicycle kick completed by the second-year receiver. Once he finished each exercise, the band gave him a loud cheer and a round of applause. ...........

Yeah, we made Redskin news again. How much press does their band get?! Yeah, we win. God bless the trumpets.

Snopes = amazing

So, seeing this in my threads as a friends picture of her best friend, I was curious. Low and behold, I was sucked into one of those juvenile chain letters that threaten death if you don't repost them. So, I read it, thinking I have nothing better to do anyway. At the end, it tells you to google it. With the same thought in mind and the fact that I love investigating such things, I did. And imagine what came up at the top of the results? Snopes, proving it false. So little kiddies who are afraid of the big bad closet monster that will skin you alive, chill out, and use your head.

SNOPES

__________ORIGINAL STORY____________________

Don't stop reading you will regret it!
A girl meets a boy on a messenger
crazy1 86: hey baby!!!
h0tNsPiCy91: who is this???
crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!!!!
h0tNsPiCy91: oh really.... quit lyin! who is this???
crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...
crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.
crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.
crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight....
h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?!?!?
crazy1 86:dont worry.... ill take very good care of you...
crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2...

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.One night he was on the computer and received an instant message.

h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!!
2seXay4u: Who the eff is this?
h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.
2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.
2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?
h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?
h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.
h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.
2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.
h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.
h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.
h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on ''Smith sisters murdered anonymously''.
h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you.

The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy foundparents in their closet skinned and hanged. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD.... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"- LISA SMITH

This is a death chain letter. If you don't repost this in the next hour, the parents will kill you at night.
They will kill you!
DON'T BELIEVE ME?
LOOK IT UP IN GOOGLE!

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Honestly, I hate chain letters.