Wow, over a year since I posted. Facebook really does rule the world. (I really hope LJ doesn't kick me off for that one.) Anyways, my favorite freebie site, heyitsfree.com is holding a contest for 50 Walmart dollars. Considering my current state as a starving college student, I've decided to enter. It's amazingly cool, and who doesn't love free stuff? So, now I have linked it on a blog and must scamper off to let them know this. It would be kinda funny if they actually read these entries and went, "Hey! She hasn't posted in a year! The only she did this was for the money." Like how I just summed everything up nicely? ^_^

Recently (September), my mom got a new ferret, Bella May. Bella was carefully chosen to fit into our family. She was the last ferret cub they had and the man seller her assured mom that she didn't have to buy Bella, that they'd have more ferrets in soon. Mom asked to hold Bella and for a moment all was peaceful and calm. Bella climbed up and licked mom's cheek, being just as cute as could be. Then, with all the speak a demon possessed baby ferret has, she bit mom right there on the cheek. It was the deciding factor that said that Ms. May definitely belonged in this family.

After months of terror, Bella has gotten to the point where she won't automatically bite me or mom. Tommy and dad are still lunch meat though.

While surfing the web, I came across an interesting device for carrying ferrets around. Much like babies and bombs, you can now strap them to your chest and tote them around town for all to see and fear.



Here's my questions, would I really want to put my little wolverine in a cage on my chest and carry her around? ... Absolutely. ^_^

My younger brother goes through religions like candy, ever since middle school. He's been a Wicca, Atheist, Satanist, and now he's Southern Baptist. Heaven help us all. So now, because he's changed to his new "religion of the year", he's changed his entire moral stance.

What I want, what I've always wanted through all these religions, is for him to have a mind of his own. He always just goes along with the doctrine of whatever religion he is. No logic, no reason, just God/Satan/whoever says this so this is what I believe because I base my life on this. I just want him to learn how to think on his own and use that thinking to back up what he believes.

So I IMed him tonight and challenged his beliefs. Now, I'm a Christian, but I don't believe everything the Bible says. I tried to get him to think, to give me reasons other than "because the Bible tells me so"...I always underestimate how hard headed we are in this family. So now he's on the phone with his youth leader, who just happens to be my old high school English teacher and one of my favorite teachers. Damn, I know I look like a heathen now...

My brother is 17 years old. I don't know if it's that age for boys or if it's just him, but I have learned far more about him than I ever really wanted to know. Such as the fact that he's had sex with people I know. Or the fact that he wanted to have sex with his ex-girlfriend's mom because she was "fucking hot". He just tells me these things and I have to look at myself and think "you do realize that I'm both a girl and your older sister, do you not?" Here's the latest text conversation that we had on the new Harry Potter movie.

Tommy: U seen the new harry potter?
Me: Yea. I saw it yesterday.
Tommy: Me 2! it was freakin amazing.
Me: The last fight scene definitely. I was disappointed in the rest of it. I liked the others better.
Tommy: I liked this one the best. Nymphadora was hottt.
Me: How did I know that you would like her? Oh wait, the hair. Lol.
Me: The woman who played Bellatrix is one of my favorite actresses. I thought she was really awesome.
Tommy: She was one of the hottest women I've ever seen. I think she was my favorite evil character.
Me: Remind me to bring Merlin home for you to watch. She plays Morgan le Fay in it.
Tommy: YEAH!

One of these days I'm going to start talking about how hot some guy is with him and see if he starts to squirm. It would so be justice.

Ha! I came back to LJ and decided to try and update my journal more normally again (at least once every 6 months, lol).

Right now I'm smack dab in the middle of Freshman Orientation and that's a bitch. Don't get me wrong, I like freshmen, I like their parents (mostly), I just hate tourists and getting up at freakin-ass-crack-of-dawn 4 days a week. I'll get over it though. Only 2 weeks of it left. I also absolutely HATE the girls staying on my floor this week. I was so excited when CTech^2 moved in because I did that when I was a rising Junior in high school, but the bitches are so freakin loud all the time! I had to go ask them to keep it down the other night at around 12:30 when they decided to have a party in the next room and I had to get up in 6 hours. They were yelling at each other down the halls earlier for the better part of a half hour earlier. It's ridiculous. I'm so ready for them to leave, it's not funny.

I really want to go home sometime for a little bit, but that's not going to happen until at least October or so, which sux. At least tomorrow is Friday and that means the weekend. Woot!

So, I told my mom that I'm going into straight Sociology. Needless to say, it didn't go that well. She's pretty much not speaking to me except to yell at me. Which is actually better than I expected. I honestly thought she was going to pull me out of school....which she still may. Basically, she's angry about Liberal Arts (because it's not a "real degree") and she's mad that I didn't tell her sooner. There's a reason I didn't tell her about my grades over the phone. She would've spent the last 3 months nagging at me "Are you getting help? Did you study? Blah blah blah..." when I'm doing all of those things. The other big reason I didn't want to talk to my mom is because nothing is ever "finished". She basically will yell a good bit until she runs out of things to yell about, walks away for 20 minutes or so, then come back and yell some more, and repeat until there's a surrender or the other person's head explodes. She's on that basic attack right now. It's truly annoying. I can't make myself care but so much, and that makes me feel somewhat awful.

So everyone knows how I hate quitting things, especially things like classes and majors. I just feel lazy and bad when I do. Right now, though, I couldn't care less. So, I'm going to deal with everything for one last week, and then when I go home I'm going to tell my mom that I'm dropping Chemistry as a major to concentrate in Sociology. I'm also going to tell her and Dad that I've not been telling them the whole truth about how my OChem and Physics classes have been going and that I'm going to be dropping them. I don't care anymore; I'm burnt out. I've been trying and trying and I haven't gotten anywhere so far. It's time to stop trying to do twenty classes at once and concentrate on pulling my GPA up so I can actually have a chance at getting into Law School. If they have a problem with it, then oh well. I don't have the time to put into it.

Now, onto the good stuff. I'm being inducted into Phi Alpha Delta on the 16th and I'm insanely excited. Cindy and I are going shopping later for clothes, which is awesome. Though, it does take us twice as long to go shopping as most people because we need two different stores because our sizes are so different. Oh well, it'll still be tons of fun. Also, the last football game that I'm working is this Saturday. I'll be sooo happy when it's over. I'm tired of working football games, they suck. I'm also applying to be an RA in the spring semester, so everyone wish me luck with that.

Dinwiddie in 7 days!

So last night after our amazing defeat of Miami, I returned lil Drew to Cindy and hung out with them, Carrie, David, and (different from roomie) Katie for a while. OMG, that was insane. Putting two ADD people, 3 crazy people, and one quasi-normal person (poor David had it rough dealing with us) together in a room was quite interesting. Bouts of insanity involving Cubing, tying people's shoe laces in knots, stealing people's wallets, and Carrie rocking back and forth trying to block out the many people's voices she was hearing talking at once was just the tip of the iceberg. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

Today, I had to go to work at 7. Not an unreasonable thing at all, especially considering I couldn't work on Friday thanks to the stupid physics test (ick!). There was only one short event on the schedule, so I thought I'd be in and out in less than 2 hours. Turns out, though, that they added an event at the last minute. The Board of Visitors had a 4 course dinner and guess who got to do the dishes. Yep, life sucks.

First, me and the guy I was working with had to walk from Owens to the Stadium because no one could come pick us up. Not fun. There are two entrances to the President's Club where the event was taking place, so we had a 50/50 chance of going in the front door or the back door. I never was good at 50/50's. We ended up going to the front door where we are greeted by a sercurity guard. This guard looks at us like we were common riff-raff that just came in off the street and had no business there. He went and found our boss who told us to go around back to what I have lovingly dubbed "the servant's entrance". We go and have to sit there while the cooks are plating up food carefully. There the two big managers are, cleaning up these plates and generally looking imposing.

I feel I should say something about these two managers. They look exactly the same. Same bald head, same facial structure, same intimidating look. The only difference is that one's black and one's white. So one looks like a younger 70's Kojac and the other an emanciated Ving Rames. I swear they look like twins from an inter-racial couple that just didn't mix well. (I might be going to hell for that one.) These guys give us the one over, then go back to what they were doing pretending like we don't exist. I know this is actually what they were doing because later on that night as they were leaving they walked past me without even a glance in my direction, even though I was walking right past them. I've decided that they're probably pompass assholes and that I really don't like them.

So after being told that we're going to be taking the dishes down to the kitchen after every course, we got to work getting the first dishes together. I swear, I'm a bull in a frigging china shop. I was so loud, I'm surprised my boss didn't just drag me out of there by my ear. After all that, it's 4 hours of washing some rich bitches' dishes. I hate rich people, but more over I hate how this school treats them. Kissing their asses and begging for handouts, it's so disgraceful. The knowledge that these people have a say in how much my education is going to cost me makes me so angry. I'm disturbed by the entire system.

I also saw where the football players get tutored when they come back to school. That disgusts me too. Giving these little idiots a full ride just because they can throw a piece of rubber back and forth is wrong in so many ways. And yes, I can be happy about a football win and curse the players and education financing system in the same post. I'm special that way.

Despite this long ass rant about how sucky this night is, there are some good things that have happened. First is that I was once again assured that they would be able to get me drunk at the company Christmas party this year. Reading Day is going to be very interesting. Another is that I got my laundry done, a feat of god-like proportions for me. Lastly, I wasn't the one to break the most dishes today at work. It's nice to know that I'm not always the clumsiest one there.

Yes, we won against Miami! I'm so pleased. I spent most of the day with Cindy Lu and little Drew. I'm just about exhausted, but oh well. Like Dani says, sleep is just an inadequate substitute for coffee. Most interesting thing to happen today: I got cleaned outta chips by a 10-year-old at Casino night. I totally suck at gambling.

So, I've decided to start updating my journal again because I'm tired of being lazy about it. Took a physics test today. It was evil and I probably failed it. What else is new though? Just waitin for Cindy Lu and her little brother Drew to get back. He's one of those kids that you don't feel like you're gonna break because he starts hitting you first. It's fun, and I think Cindy appreciates when he's beating me up because then he's not beating her up. God, I can't wait until Thanksgiving break. Everyone wish me luck. I'm going to tell my mom that I'm dropping Chemistry because I suck at it and I want to focus solely on Sociology and pulling up my nearly dead GPA. I might be the next dead thing after that.