Confessions-Mid Winter Edition

As Mariah said in her last post, the first week of the semester is finally behind us... and what a week it was. Waking up before noon, navigating the dark coridoors beneath Schofield, having to be places on time, reading books... needless to say that would be pretty stressful for anyone. And as I sat in my nutrition class this week with nothing to do but take notes, I found myself faced with the one horrid thing I try to avoid beyond all else: self reflection. Readers, don't be fooled by my outwardly viruous appearance; I have done and thought some things... things I feel the need to get off my chest. So here is a short list of my sins this winter. Enjoy:

1. I have, on more than one occasion, used the word "good" when "well" would have been more  gramatically correct.

 2. I like to taunt the kittens because, unlike people, kittens are not capable of making sassy comebacks. I think I may have hurt their feelings a few times, like when I told Vader he could never have a successful career as a writer because his work is trite and unimaginative and he does not have thumbs. And in today's economy, you gotta have thumbs.

 I'm not totally sure what I do for a living. As such, I don't really care much for my job.

3. I accidentally stole a pack of three chocolate truffles from Shopko. I did not turn myself in to the athorities. 

4. I ate stolen property (#4). And it felt good. I also ate an entire jar of Nutella in two days. That also felt good. 

5. I am strangely attracted to the electric smell of the Schofield elevator.

6. Until two days ago I thought the song "Special K" by Placebo was literally about the cereal and therefore one of the stupidest songs I'd ever heard. FYI, it's actually about a drug which makes lyrics like 

"You come on just like special K/ Just like I swallowed half my stash" a bit more meaningful.

7. I grope statues, often without their permission.

Have a lovely Saturday all, I need to go eat something.

xxoo Hannah

...but I look like a librarian......

Hello All,

Today was just one of those days. Bedsides it being effing cold, windy, and actually snowing a bit, it's been a bit of a draining day.

I woke up for my lovely English class where we discussed vampires and how people find them erotic (?!?@?@), and also about people's obsession with anime and the twilight series. In my mind, I was banging my head against the wall.

I went back to my room and decided to take a nap, which was interrupted 5 times by the constant calling of Cecilia Bergsland. (sorry pfof, I would have answered but my phone was on the ground and I was too lazy to get it), I woke up for Geology where we talked about nothing I can remember. Earthquakes perhaps?

Then I had what I was dreading. An interview for a position in the library. Don't get me wrong, a small personal fantasy of mine is to work at a library, it's the interview part. I think the interviewer has a secret checklist and "Obnoxious" is always checked. I can see them judging me with their eyes.

This interview started off very rocky, because I couldn't even figure out how to even get behind the library circulation desk. Red flag number one. As the down hill spiral continued....
When ever I get nervous, as some of you may notice, I develop of chronic case of word vomit. It just keeps coming out and never makes sense and when I see them looking at me with their speculating librarian eyes, I just keep on talking until it all just falls apart. Maybe in the back of my mind I somehow thought if I just keep saying words, eventually I'd sound like a genius. Nope.

Well after the interview I thanked them for their time but realized I couldn't get my jacket to leave the chair.....

My scarf got caught on the wheels of my chair...... (Cue nervous laughter and a frantic me trying to get my scarf untangled.) When I finally did I said my awkward "No worries, I got it!" sentence and got out of there as fast as I could

Don't be looking for me behind the circulation desk any time soon folks.

Love your bumbling idiot friend,

M

God Damn Isotopes...

In contrast to Mariah's noble white-Oprah fantasies,  I aspire to be a whiney bitch, so here is a list of things that Hannah finds irritating:

1. Drunk guys in red who grab my ass.

2. Holding a meeting about which type of folder should house the all important user review sheets when one could just as easily pick a damn folder.

3. The lady at the sub shop who asks me if I want turkey and when I say yes gives me ham- an inferior meat.

4. Being awake.

5. The fact that people only call me when I'm in chemistry or asleep.

6. Isotopes. Decide on a uniform number of neutrons already! Damn atoms pissing me off.

7. Dirt and things in it.

8. People who look like people I know from behind and then when I yell at them they turn around and are someone completely different and then they give me this annoyed look like it's MY fault that they are Hannah's-friends-posers.

9. Cauliflower. What ARE you?

10. My RA.