she can't let go and she can't relax.

My bank account and I have a love-hate relationship right now.
But then, who doesn't have that?

I have so much homework, I don't even know where to begin. Perhaps the test I have tomorrow wouldn't be a bad place to start?

I'm going to start packing soon. :)

Black bean soup is on the menu for the weekend. Sunday maybe. Anyone want to come over and help eat it?

And it breaks my heart.

I'm in GR now. :) I missed Yoli. I think we've become better friends since I've left for college. (Ironic, no?) But even especially since leaving Mexico, which could be from not having to share a room anymore... Whatever the reason, though, I love it. I love that we get along so well now. I love that I can be such good friends with my siblings. Because even when all other friends fail to keep in touch, or I fail to keep in touch with friends, my sisters (and brother) and I will always keep in touch (I HOPE!!) and will always be friends (I REALLY HOPE!!!!!!).
So thats all I got for today. Nice and cheesy I know. :)
And I hope you don't like it.

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

I've recently discovered that many of my roommates share my liking of raquetball! I love raquetball, but never knew who to play with, but now that I know my roommies like playing I'm going to take advantage and play a lot before the end of the semester! Conveniantly one of my roommies also works at the rec center and can get us raquets for free (because you have to pay to use them now, how shitty is that?). Today some of us played doubles. It was crazy because it's hard to stay out of the way, and you have to remember when it's your turn to hit the ball because you HAVE to alternate between you and your teammate. I love the game so much I went crazy and was even diving for balls - which actually worked at times too! I also have a welt on my left inner thigh from getting pelted with the ball by some guy friend of my roommies who was playing with us and being an idiot. But I still think raquetball is becoming a favorite sport of mine.
I decided to write my persuasive speech on why people should vote.

New favorite song of mine - Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd.

Uh, this is the Cottonmouth and negatory on the cost o' this mo-chine there, red rider.

I have my crazy Sunday this week. Every other week I work a double shift on Sunday, from 3pm to 7am Monday, which makes it incredibly tempting to just sleep Sunday morning away because I know I won't be sleeping much that night. Especially since I keep letting my homework build up so I end up doing it all Sunday night at work. At least I have food to bring along today. I went to the cheesecake factory on Friday and brought most of my dinner home in a box. Now I can take it to work. Hooray for doggy bags!
Yesterday Rachel and I (but mostly Rachel) made some bars and snow balls, which are basically like oliebollen, only easier and quicker to make, and also more fluffy I think. Anyway, then we invited around 30 people over (they didn't all come at once, and there may not have actually been thirty, but there may have been...) and it was a great time! Seniors, freshmen, and the inbetweeners, and Rachel's grandparents all brought together by food like true Americans. (hm?)
Watched NCDC last night. How long will it take people (performers) to realize we don't watch NCDC to see pretty faces and hear good voices, we go to see a show?! It seems the girls just try to look pretty and show off their lovely voices to sentimental love songs. The guys typically do a better job of performance because looks just won't get them as far. Becca Oudmen was by far the best chic up there (but then I am kind of biased). She picked a good song, not so popular, that I thought had a decent range to it AND she has a good voice. She just needs to work on stage presence! But Shafstall was the best, in my opinion. Fun song (by the killers) and he really played off the audience and went all into it, but almost jokingly. And there was a guy from Northwestern (Matt Deglopper) who was really fun too - he had his own guitarist (possibly Zac Couture?) backstage playing for him, and he sang "Hit me baby one more time" by BS. Takes a lot of guts, if you ask me. But what I liked was he didn't sing it in a mocking voice, he actually did it kind of seriously, but with appropriate facial and body expression. I think NCDC is really between Shaft and Deglopper. They were FUN to watch!!!

P.S. THIS made MY day!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI

there's a destination a little up the road

Thanks for the advice. I've made up my mind to go to Grand Rapids. In fact, I've even found a ride already. So Grand Rapids here I come! - Be prepared! But to all those of you who have forgotten - my parents are in Texas now so going to Michigan does not mean seeing my family, it just means seeing a member of my family - Yolanda. Going to Texas to see my family - mom, dad, brother, and two youngest sisters - was not even an option because nobody at Dordt is from anywhere near El Paso so finding an affordable way there is pretty much impossible. But it's all decided now. Yoli said she is a bit lonely now that the family is gone, so I'm gonna see her, even though I'll see her over Christmas break as well.
Why is the last half of the semester always worse than the first? Why do bosses choose to fire full time employees who really weren't that bad of workers when we're already understaffed? And then how does this boss expect everyone else to fill in the newly uncovered shifts as if people don't have families, kids, other jobs, homework, tests, and lives outside of work that also need our attention and time? Why is communication with some people so difficult while with others so easy? Why do I blog when I should be studying for the two tests I have in the next couple days?

Mama said.

I went to the mall on thursday to get my drivers license updated, but turns out the DL booth is only there on tuesdays and wednesdays. But since that day was so damn cold, and since I was in the mall anyway, I went to the sports store and bought those track pants my roommate kept telling me were so nice and warm. And I like them. Which is good because they weren't cheap. They are smooth and fit so nice under jeans.
Yesterday I worked at Hope Haven from 7am to 3pm. It was so slow I had to knit to keep from falling asleep. Then I went home and since it was warm I went rollarblading. Then I ate lupper and then took a nap. For 2 hours. Then I worked at the bean at 8pm. At first no one was there, but then the Mark Schultz (or whatever) concert got out and Mark himself came with his friends to the bean, along with a million other people and a band, but I don't know who the band was. And everyone ordered drinks! Which was good and bad.
Good = the bean made a lot of money. I think.
Bad = I was BOGGED!!!!
Good = I made over $8 in tips.
Bad = And then there was comedy league and MORE POEPLE!!
Good = Chris Kuiper was around afterwards (because he kind of runs comedy league with Shaffstal) and he was nice enough to come help me for a few minutes so I could get on top of everything.
Bad = when everyone left at midnight it took me over an hour to clean the whole place up.
Good = there was leftover coffee in the coffeepot which I brought home, so after church this morning I had some cool people over for coffee and it was great!

what should I do for thanksgiving? Go to Grand Rapids to see Yolanda, my sister? Or go to Alberta and try to see Justine, and explain to my mom why I can afford to drive 20 hrs north, but not 20 south...?

you make me happy, oh when skies are grey

I walked into chorale today to see Walhof completely shirtless. HOT.
Costume parties are fun when people actually have good costumes. But so many of them seem to be about how slutty the girls can get away with being. I think girls use holloween as an excuse to dress like a whore without being labelled as one. Almost more so for Christian girls. It's the one time (besides when in swimsuits) they can go out in public and show off their hot, or not-so-hot, bodies and try to impress the boys. GROSS.
But then I see some costumes which make me jealous of the creativity of some people, but mostly just make me laugh, thereby making me a bit happier. HOORAY.
My freshmen-year-roommate just called and wants to have sleep-over. DOUBLE HOORAY.