I have moved from livejournal to blogspot.

If you still care to read about things I write you can find me here:

spaghettifiedshenanigans.blogspot.com


(I'm keeping this blog so that I have access to the two I still read on this site, so don't unfriend me or whatever.)

I have eaten a McRib and it is great.


That is all.

A girl named Maggie once lived on campus here at Kalamazoo. She lived in Trowbridge, the same dorm I lived in last year. She had friends and parents and a boyfriend, for a little while anyway. I don't know how long they were together. But they broke up, and maybe it wasn't a clean break, I don't really know that part of the story, but they broke up. And one day she went to her ex-boyfriends room, and he pulled out a gun. He must have been in front of the door, because she ran into the bathroom, trying to get to the room on the other side. She didn't make it. He then shot himself. They had to put a mattress in front of the door to keep the blood from spilling into the hall. That's what I heard anyway.

Ten years later I moved into that room behind the closed door, the one that could have stopped a bullet from killing a young girl, if only she had made it in time. I doubt my suite mates know what room they are living in, and I certainly won't tell them. No one actually died in my room, because on my half of the door was the side of salvation. So I guess I'm ok with where I am right now, but my suite mates would probably be a little freaked out. I don't know how I feel about it. It's a little weird to know that every time I use my bathroom I'm entering a past crime scene. I'm sad I guess. I didn't know her, but ten years ago she was just like me. And I hate thinking about what it must have been like for the person who lived in my room. To hear two gun shots and then open the door to find...

I don't know. I'm not freaked out. It's just... weird.

Threw up in my toilet on my second night in the new room.

I am officially moved in.

My school is not only unsympathetic to my totally bogus situation, but people are being condescending and rude too. I do not appreciate this. ResLife, I deserve to live here until Saturday and you know it.

I have five school days to perform ten hours of community service. They do understand the reason I came to this school was to attend classes/learn, and not work for them for free, don't they?

Attractive boy who I lived in the woods with last year said no to my "let's date" proposal.

If Dan did not exist I probably would have shot myself in the face by now, so thanks for that Dan.

Everyone is gone but me. Having a house all to myself is both lonely and exciting. It would be really great if they would keep heating the house until I actually move out though.

Aw man... Now I'm homeless...





I wonder where I'll go.

Considering the past two weeks, it is entirely unfair that I have been sober this long.

Guess who was involved in a drug bust her first night back at school?


This guy!

No Pants Day isn't as fun without fellow participants.

Also, I am living in a house next year! Good news!

It snowed yesterday. I hate Michigan.
(If you look to my past post you will see I totally called it though.)

I am very busy all of a sudden. I decided to sign up for band, so I do that two times a week, which is super fun because I kind of missed my saxophone more than I expected. But then two of my friends (one of which I will hopefully be living with next year) walked by my door and asked if I wanted to play in jazz band. First off, our jazz band rocks here, and the idea of being part of it seemed muy bueno. Secondly, the idea that Joe and Aaron both thought I might be good enough to play in the same room as them kind of gave me a small heart attack (if you could hear those two guys play you would understand the honor). So I joined jazz band, except they didn't need another alto, so Tom, the conductor was like "You can play the tenor!" But I've never played the tenor sax. Anyway, now I'm playing my sax four times a week. I went in on Thursday and for sight reading it wasn't too bad, but shit, I'm gonna have to practice a lot to even keep up.

On top of that I am taking a 300 level Philosophy class for some reason that I am regretting more and more as time goes by. And I can't fall behind in my Spanish studying or else Dan will beat me, and that can not happen.

In other news, my Professor and two kids in my Poetry class had a five minute discussion on why semicolons are awesome. I am so excited to become an English major.

The Cubs lost their first game by a lot and that makes me sad, but I am glad that the season has started again.

Deadliest Catch starts Tuesday.