URGH.

I'm stressed. So flippin' stressed that I just want to curse up a storm, but I can't because guess who is trying to cut down? And guess who has to donate 25¢ to a charity of her choice every time she does?

Yep. Me. 

Guh, I shouldn't even be that stressed but the fact that my hair is getting thinner and thinner each day it seems is making me crazy. My hair was already thin to begin with. I don't want nor do I need to see my scalp through said already thin hair. There's nothing seriously wrong with me because I've gotten checked for it, and I can't even find out if I've got a stupid hormone imbalance until Lord knows when. 

Then there's this stupid passport thing that's just more confusing than I can even put into words. The system sucks. I hate the system. Maybe if things weren't so darn confusing, hypocritical, and outrageous, our country would actually be living this so called American Dream. As it is, getting out of this country legally seems harder than it should be. Once you're in, you ain't getting out. 

I. Want. Out. 

Of everything!

I hate that I have Student Loans that I'll never be able to pay off on my own, and I hate that I'm so freaking tired all the time, and that I can't lose weight, and that certain people don't know how to appreciate the fact that they've even got a place to stay, and just ... I don't even know. 

And I wish this stupid short story for one of the worst writing teachers I've ever had would just get written already!

*huffs* I need a cigarette. 

My Leggings Are Now a Shamwow.

Yep.

I don't know about the rest of you, but it is POURING here today. I even made sure to bring my big bubble umbrella to keep me dry as I walked across campus to class, but nope, I got to class still pretty soaked. To make it even worse, because the rain was coming at my from behind, so the entire back of my lower half is still damp. It's awesome, let me tell you. *rolls eyes*

MSU, we now have a lake again. Yes, there is major flooding considering we are on top of a mountain, and streams of rainwater are pouring in every which way. It's like the glaciers have melted or something.

In other news, my roommate received a minor head wound last night that has been the subject of many jokes and elaborated fake stories over the past fifteen hours or so.

Professor: "Where's Lauren today?"
Me: "Oh. She's bleeding from the scalp, so she won't be in."
Professor: "WHAT? HOW?"
Me: "Meh, something about teeth and The Little Mermaid?"

Oh, the joys of being a college student.

Peace out for now, homeskillz.

Have You Ever?

Hi, I'm Mel. I have a problem continuing blogs, but plan on making this one last, and last night, I hopped into the backseat with my boyfriend. 

Get your mind out of the gutter. Right now. 

Anyway, we all know that when it's cold out but warm inside, condensation occurs. Well, we were—erm—sitting there, joking about how there was popcorn all over the back shelf because we didn't place it there, we threw it, when we looked at the back windshield and noticed how it'd gotten all steamed up. 

Now, I don't know about you, but anyone who who's anyone has probably seen Titanic and remembers that juicy scene with the car and the steamed up windows and the handprint streaking down it. 

I HAD THE BIGGEST URGE TO DO THAT. Just to say I did. Become a legend or whatnot. Like the time I wrote "Boner" in big letters on the back of my now-boyfriend's van back in high school. (To be fair, his last name is an easy play on the word.)

Has that ever happened to you? When you just get the biggest urge to do something, especially something as iconic as that? 

I love short little random stories that make you seem so cool, that make people stop you, mid-reference, and ask you to explain. It makes life less boring and more I-might-just-actually-have-a-life worthy.