Damnit, doorknob

This morning when I was getting ready to go out for Sibley Day I was getting dressed too close to my bathroom door. My arm came down really hard.
And my elbow proceeded to meet my doorknob.

Since noon it has felt like my pinky and ring finger are asleep. You know, when you sleep on your arm and you wake up and you can't really feel your arm or it at least feels funny? Yea, like that. Since noon.

Fuck you, doorknob. You inanimate object from hell.

Looks like Ashley and I are going to get a house for next year, or at least try to get one. Keep your fingers that it works out for us.

Because I do not want to deal with Sarah Green or Donna, our lovely RD next year.

I thought it was good.

I didn't feel like being original in my post today.

I took these quotes below. And I'm not giving them back.

Laptop's still on the fritz. For some reason though, I don't miss it as much as I thought I would. Pretty sure that's a good thing right now at least.

I now know I can really live without Facebook days at a time.

My elbows are starting to feel dry. Damnit.

And for some reason, I'm thinking about my Grandma when she was alive.
She was an artist.
Every night she would read fairty tales to my sister, brother, and I.
I think that's why I love them so much. Especially the art in The Voyage of the Bassett.

You wear the tie because it never occurred to you not to. You eat eggs every morning but never at night. You feel excitement and companionship when rich men you’ve never met put a ball through a net or over a goal line, you feel guilty and a little suspicious every time you see a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell, you look down at least half a second if a woman leans forward and your stomach rumbles every time you drive by a golden arch even if you weren’t hungry before. Everybody’s programmed.- Dollhouse

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.~ Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

Wow.In Disbelief and Amazement.

I wrote this like a week or so back and for some reason I only saved it as a draft so...I'm posting it.

Today has been such an array of ups and downs.

-The best thing that happened today was after math class (which I almost didn't go to because of lack of a mathbook). After class I talked to my professor about the possibility of being scammed out of the order I placed for it 3 weeks ago. He tells me to find a way to get a book. Fair enough.
As I'm walking to Spellmann, an international student (Claudia) from my class catches up with me and starts talking to me about it. Then she asks me if I want to borrow her other book, because she has TWO copies!!
That was seriously the hilight of the week. Take it as you will.

-My other 'wow' situation really refers to my friend Ashley. She lives out in California right now and while I admit she's never really been an optimistic person, after she moved in with Matt in an apartment in San Jose, she seemed really happy. She loves him.
But I just found out that apparentally he hasn't told her parents that they're even living together! It's been months! Wow...
On top of it, she feels like she's been abandoned by all of her friends.

Wait a second...she's the one who packed up all of her stuff and left for the other side of the country because she fell for someone. I feel like she slapped me in the face.

I love her to death and I just want my Hittin' Hornet sister to come home. Where she belongs.

Hell, I want her to come to Lindenwood and room with me.
And while we're at it, I want Veronica here too.

I need my besties. Sometimes I don't know what to do when I can't just talk to either of them.
Especially Veronica...

God, it sucks not being able to just drive home whenever I wanted. But I'm still pretty much convinced that if I got to go home more, that I wouldn't come back.

Why Do Girls Cry? Because Sometimes, Our Hearts Hurt

I started writing this post about WHY I had cried...Then I realized something.

It didn't matter.
It doesn't matter why I cried, the fact is, I cried.

Crying sucks.  It makes your eyes all red and puffy.  Your nose even gets really stuffy and sometimes runny, which is never pleasant. 

At least my contacts aren't feeling dry anymore.

I hate fighting, arguing and feeling like people are making "jokes", when they're really just being plain mean.  
I've found that guys are more prone to being sarcastically cruel to each other...which is apparentally okay with them.  It's not okay with me.

I like joking around, but with my best friend in a goofy way.  Not by attacking what other people like and believe.

ON THE TOPIC OF THE MOVIE--HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU
I love it.
I believe that many, many girls put themselves into those certain situations without realizing it.  Hell, some guys might get into it too.  

There are some people who have an elitist attitude toward the movie.  The "I-knew-it-all-along-and-that's-never-happened-to-me" attitude.  

C'mon.  Let's get real.  You can't tell me that you've NEVER even made an excuse for a guy you really liked?  Nothing like, "Oh he's been really busy" or "Something MUST have happened if he hasn't called me by now.  I hope everything's okay".

WOMEN ARE STUPID WHEN IT COMES TO RELATIONSHIPS.  WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING.

But men don't really, either.  That's why we have the infamous phrase "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus".

Relationships are hard.  You'll have to work at it every day.  

And if you happen to have a "perfect" relationship, well then, nice to meet you Snow White.

My Name Is Kimberly.Ann, but Kim's Fine.

I'm pretty average.  
But I can get crazy.

My tv is always on.
But it's mainly for the sound of people talking.

I like watching reality shows.
But I don't try to make my life one.

I work at a Rennaissance Faire in the summer.
That doesn't make me weird.  Just slightly nerdy.
And I'm okay with that.

I like school.
But I want to graduate already.

Usually, I can wake up super early.
Sometimes it's nice to sleep in though.

I try really hard to be a good friend.
If I'm not, I'm sorry.

Sometimes I don't feel like I give credit where credit is due.

I should be thanking my mom for everything good that has happened to me.

Ashley and Lani deserve a better friend out of me.
I think part of it is slight resistance.  I'm not giving my all being at school socially.
I think it's because I miss home so much.
But I'm trying, ladies.

Veronica is too far away.
I hate knowing that.

My dad tries to get "involved" in my life.
He'll never really know how badly he screwed our father-daughter relationship.

I like reading PostSecret.
And Love Letters.

I'll probably address these topics seperately at one point or another.

But it's midnight and I have class at 8.

Good.night.