Superhuman Roommate

So instead of rushing to check headlines for the class I'm in, I figured I'd tell you about my roommate. Who I am CONVINCED is superhuman. Why you ask? She's the epitome of a disappearing act. Really. She is.

First off, I've noticed multiple times when she comes into the room, says hi, and eventually disappears. Whether it's a two second thing or two hours, eventually I'll look back, and she's not there. It baffles me. Without a sound, she is gone.

Then, today. A most strange and unusual occurrence. She was heading off to class, we said goodbye, I grabbed my keys and left not two seconds after her. She was gone. Not in the hall, not anywhere. I could've sworn I saw her in the bathroom mirror, but when I looked in there, she wasn't there. Then, as I headed to class, bam, there she is, walking right in front of me. She crosses me, without a look, not noticing. I could've run into her, but I didn't. She sped by. She has said she walks faster than most. Yep, that's my roommate. The superhuman, disappearing act. I'm POSITIVE.

Now, to go fail a quiz. Yay?

I'll See You At UPark...

So I really don't write on this as often as I should. Matching clothes really has taken over my free time, and I tend to not have much important stuff to say.

I realize that I most likely will be going to the Taylor Swift concert alone. Because SOMEONE's school starts the weekend after. sonofabitch. Dumb ass Elizabethtown. Well, hey, maybe if I go alone, I'll get hella close seats. But it's a bit awkward. Since le bff got me into her. And I tend to not like country. Oh jeez. Awkward concert time. I can go to a big punk show, and be fine, but throw me in a country concert, and there I am, all awkward. Maybe I'll randomly scream Yee-HA! and make people awkward. Actually, I think I might do that. But I want my bff to go. Because going to concerts alone is just plain boring. I mean, really. I need people to watch me act all like concert Security.

Hold up. I've got a third person possibility. Kim-a-lim-a-ding-dong! I don't know why I made that so long. And by golly, she likes country! Oh man. I might be getting on somewhere.

I loved how I thought I was gonna be in Hazleton when S told me the dates. Then I went, oh shit! Ah, UP. How I love thee

My Name's Brianna

According to my history teacher. And he didn't even give me a chance to correct him. He'd be like, "So, Brianna, you like cats because..." and I just kinda looked around awkwardly. Yes, we were talking about if we'd preferred cats or dogs. He went, do you have a cat who greets you when you get home? And I nodded. He goes, "Well, Brianna, you're one lucky cat owner." I mean, yes I am a lucky cat owner, but my name isn't Brianna. Do I look Brianna? Tuesday morning I need to correct him. Seriously, he said it like, five times. And never gave me one chance to correct him.

So hi, my name's Brianna, nice to meet you all.

43 Dollars On Shipping? FUCK YOU AMAZON!!!

I thoroughly enjoyed all my books for 67 dollars. I did not enjoy the 43 on shipping. I have no idea how that added up. Okay, I do. Like 3.99 on every book. Which SUCKED. But, it's still cheaper than what I would have paid....182 dollars. I got them for half. Shipping wasn't even added. oh my gosh, that made my day. :D

Wanted: A Secure Third Year

I'm a person who lives at the bottom. I expect things to fall apart. I've always been like that. The first time my plans for UPark fell through, I was hurt, but hey, I got through it. The second time I wasn't too upset. I kinda expected it. For some reason, everyone thinks that living with me will ruin a friendship? Am I that like, um, messed up? Damn. I had no idea.

Anyways, now I really don't know what to do. I kinda want to live off campus because of the freedom, but I don't have anyone to find an apartment with, so I'd need to go and find a group already formed. Which I might do. It'll be....interesting. I thought this one place was nice, but then I saw that rent is 725 a month. Mother fucker. I am not made of fucking money, let me tell you. I think even like, 400 is a lot. I'm a cheapo, what can I say?

Then I kinda want to live on campus. I mean, the problems I would have are like, done with. But then again, I want the freedom of living off campus and being completely independent. I hate these kind of decisions. I mean, either way, I'm alone, and stuck with people I don't know. Curse people like my one sister who makes everything so goddamn easy. I mean, no offense to her, but out of five kids, four of us know that life isn't like, amazingly awesome. She's like fucking blessed, I swear. It's kinda annoying, because her life is what I want, and I know I'll never have. Seriously. Maybe I make things too complicated or something, because sometimes I wonder, should things like friends really be this difficult? Eh.

Off topic. Ok, going back onto that. I need opinions. And seriously, tell me you're reading, because I get all conscious and then I feel like I'm talking to crickets. I like to know I have more than three readers(my one sister, Finnish Spitz and S). I wonder about the rest of ya'll.

Really. What should I do? Or rather, what would YOU do if you were in my situation? I'm giving myself this weekend to decide.

Mind on the Jonai

So that is a underage drinking card. It's supposed to be serious. I made it Jonas-inspired. Don't tell me none of ya'll thought of it. Come on.

P.S. Check out my kick ass nails. You know you all want them.

Hazy, Here I Am!

So today I totally moved into my room. It was a sorta long and I had to deal with my parents and yeah. But my nephew came and that made the day. Apparently he found a cute guy for me. I don't know. My mom may have been smoking something. She did say this guy was hotter than Jonas. And that's like saying there's someone more like me than me. Yeah, it just doesn't make sense.

Anyways, I took a bunch of pictures to show off my sexy room. I put up all my posters and everything, and I feel like I've been here a year and my roommate just moved in when my roommate moved her yesterday and I just got here today. Haha.

Without further adu, my room:


My side vs. my roommate's side. :) I win for messiest.


My roommate's side. So plain. No offense, though. Just new.
And my room. Very like, ADD. Like, what do you look at first? I have no clue.
My plain dresser. I don't know if I get that wall yet. Maybe I'll put something up. I'm thinking mirror at most. Or Jonas. Who knows.
The full overview. ;0
My closet. My mom was in the closet all day. Only Jenn's mom could get her out of the closet. Ah, bad gay jokes. I'll be burning in hell.
Hey, who's that loser posing in the mirror? Oh that's just me.
My dresser. It's clean now, but eventually, eventually, it will be a mess. John Taylor glasses!
First wall part. Playboy bunny thing that finally got hung(only took half a year), Marilyn that kept falling, Toby! office calendar, half of this kickass centerpiece, Hannah Montana, and the Office again. Oh and you can see my desk too. Frames, printer junk. haha.
All of my desk, and above. Harry Potter, and Beatles(which has since fallen down and I'm waiting to find something better to put it up with, a little bit of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist poster which I have two of, one is a present for my Finnish Spitz. And there's my whole desk. Very junky, and lots of frames. The bulletin board behind the comp is yucky. Very yucky.
Demi poster! framed and signed, my awesome shelving unit that I bought and my daddy put together, and gossip girl things I put together, microwave and fridge, Jonas and there's Coldplay and more Jonas, and an artsy photo and Audrey Hepburn! :) Oh and my bed.

Audrey and the Beatles, and Jonas, Knocked Up, Superbad, Little Miss Sunshine, and a bunch of others. Stuffies! I love Pudge, my cow. Best stuffy ever. Oh, spot the random photo of not famous people!I love this wall. First one I did. Very proud of. Got Beatles, Office, Jonas, and Seyfried! Woot! And Pudge! Go Pudge for posing very seductively in the pic. And there's my door. Pretty huh?



So that is it! my new room. Ah, I can't believe Fall is actually here. Bring on Jonas, man, bring it on.