Greek Section is Like Totally Stupid

So, yeah, like I totally always make fun of the Greek section at football games. I mean, not only do they dress up in really hot and uncomfortable nice clothes, but they also stand the entire time. It makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?

So when my friend Leighann called me and asked me to come to an Alabama game with her and sit with her new "friend" in the Greek section so that we have to dress up and be pretty, naturally I said, "Okay!"



It was stifling hot. That dress I was squeezed into was even more stifling.



Johnny C and Leighann!!! :)



This was my view. So many people. It was considerably different from UAB games. The weather was nice for the entire game, but as soon as fourth quarter was over the hurricane hit with blowing winds and gusty rains. We managed to take cover under a fellow tailgater's tent who kept us amused by drunkenly shouting, "Wet t-shirt contest!" to all of the sorority girl passers-by who were being drenched in the rain. After coming to the conclusion that the rain would not blow over for awhile, we decided to make a sprint to the car to end the day's festivities. I sat very wet, but satisfied as I contemplated the day's events in the car. It was a fun game with fun friends.

And as we drove out of sight a faint "wet t-shirt contest" could be heard through the wind in the distance.

In Which I Slowly Lose My Mind

Here it is at 1:03 am and I am definitely only halfway through with a super huge take home test for American Lit. Yes, I am so very very bad. I had a pretty interesting weekend. I went to the Alabama game with my friend Leighann and was going to dedicate an entry to that with pictures and everything. But alas, my computer is being weird about pictures. Imagine my computer being weird? I shall have to save that entry for a day when my computer decides to get along better with me.

To change subjects entirely, I normally never watch the news because I am convinced that the media has too much power and could very easily manipulate what we see and therefore what we believe. It may be a stretch, but sometimes I become exceedingly convinced that the media actually forms the perception of reality that they know will increase ratings (i.e. violence, drugs, sex) and then proceeds to feed it into viewers until the line between actual reality and the more exciting version becomes increasingly blurred. The problem with my views, however, is that there actually is a lot of crazy shit going on now, what with wars and natural disasters and all. It probably would do me a lot of good to learn about what is going on in the world that I live in. But every time I watch the news, I just get really scared that the world is falling apart and we are all going to die. So the point of this is that as I was running in the rec center this afternoon, I couldn't help but watch some CNN coverage on one of the televisions. And as I watched the homeless roam the streets in the cities devasted by the hurricanes and the soldiers that died in a recent helicopter crash in Iraq, I did get really scared that the world is going to fall apart and that I am going to die. And I renewed my goal to never watch news.

But that does remind me that there is a lot of movies that I want to see. Even though I'm not such a big fan of all of the real life stuff that's going on right now, I am a ginormous fan of make believe. Maybe it's because my life has always involved a lot of make believe. I had such an imagination as a child that my fantasies would sometimes escape in vocalized conversation. This habit of talking to myself often resulted in several threats to be taken to a therapist when caught by my mother, but the more positive aspects included a greater appreciation of make belive and increasing attributes of creativity.

I must get started on my paper, because really this is pathetic. I will never graduate if I don't learn to start on papers before 1:00 in the morning. But perhaps I am being overdramatic due to the fact that everything seems more serious at this early time. A rational person would hardly assume that I was in danger of not graduating because I procrastinated on one paper my sophomore year.

So, I guess I'm in pretty bad shape people because not only do I think that the world is going to fall apart and I am going to die, but I talk to myself and never graduate in the process. Man, I really do need someone to take care of me, because I'm totally sucking at this.

Thoughts That Occur When Your Roommate Keeps You Up Until 2:11 AM On A Monday Night Because She Is Entertaining a Male Friend in the Living Room

Okay, so I retract my statement about boys being "icky [turd] faces." Tonight, a very nice boy/friend took me out to eat after our test in Developmental Psychology. He is truly the one boy that I have been able to stay strictly friends with due to his ability to actually listen to me, as opposed to others who pause while looking me up and down to mumble "uh yeah" in answer to my questions . In the year since I have known him, he has not once made any advances physically, but has merely enjoyed my company. In fact, he so blatanly and obviously wants to remain strictly friends that I have, on occasion, gotten slightly upset that he is not attracted to me. Nevertheless, it is nice to have a boy enjoy me for my intellectual attributes and personality. Every girl should find someone to fill this role. Too often, girls mistake physical attraction for personality attraction. Girls want to feel as though they are captivating, not just beautiful. Oftentimes, if a girl has never found the person that makes her feel captivating, she settles for the one that makes her feel beautiful. But when you find a person that enjoys you for the person that you are, it makes an incredible difference in determining relationships that are healthy as opposed to those that are harmful. And even though he will always remain only my friend, he has given me incredible insight in the way that I should be viewed by the opposite sex and has set the standard for anyone that I may choose to enter into relationships with.

BOYS! EHHHH!

So, my friends and I recently had a girls' night out because we have all come to the conclusion that boys are icky terd faces, and we have more fun without them. We decided to go see a Michael Warren concert.











Look at those hott ladies. What a lucky man Michael is to have four of the lovliest girls on his arms.














Leighann and Jessica always know how to have fun and make me smile!












The new roommate even came for the festivities!

All in all, it was a fun night and highly recommended. And there weren't any boys to stink up my fun. The end.

The Requirements of Being a Nerd

Today I got a "practice paper" back in philosophy that served the purpose of teaching us the grading style of our professor before we had a real assignment due. BUT THEN he totally throws in a twist today by allowing us to count this grade for our first paper if we so choose. THEN he builds the suspense by stating that "two of you will take me up on this offer." So now I am completely on the edge of my seat staring at the pile of papers that contain my fate. One by one, the papers are returned to their writers. And just as anticipation climaxes, my name is called.

Don't you just freakin hate how professors always put your grade on the last page!!!

So naturally enough, after frantically thumbing through the pages to the end, I find myself in the elite two (assuming that this means the two who would take him upon his offer made A's). I sit back with smug satisfaction and look around the room at the fifty or so classmates that comprised my competition. Yeah, they never stood a chance.

This is what makes you a nerd, by the way.

Also, a recent conversation with my friend Jason:

Jason: "Let's skip class today. Come on, he hasn't started yet. Let's just go."
Carrie: "WHAT? No!"
Jason: "Come on, he never talks about anything in the book. Come on, let's go. He's fixing to start."
Carrie: "No. What if he says something important? I'm scared."
Jason: "Right now. Last chance."
Carrie: "Ummm...."
*Professor begins to teach*
Jason: "Well now you've waited too long."
Carrie: "I'm sorry!!!"

And Then the Clouds Opened and a Beautiful Computer Geek Nerd Angel Descended Unto Carrie's Dorm Room to Fix Her Retarded Computer

My computer has been fixed for five good days with no complications so far. Hooray! A friend of a friend completed this magical task for me. I felt so bad that he took about two hours of his time to fix the computer of a technologically stupid girl that he had never met before that I decided to compensate him for his efforts. Cash was out of the question, because I hardly know what that looks like anymore. So I made him a pan of brownies instead, which I consider a relatively fair trade. I mean, I would work two hours for some brownies definitely. With the horrible waitressing experience this summer, the complete and utter lack of any kind of technological knowledge, and the mere fact that I get lost EVERY single time I try to drive, I have begun to realize that I have never had and will never have common sense. This is the reason why I will have to get married right away. I just can't function on my own. I'm just too stupid.

While we are on the subject of marriage, I have started to experience some swiftly changing thoughts in that area. I always assumed that I would get married straight out of college when I was younger. The idea that you will meet your husband in college, get married, get a job, and start a family is spoonfed into little girls from the moment that they watch their first Disney movie and play with their first barbies. I was no different. But as the years pass and college graduation shifts from being a distant dream to a reality in the near future, I have found that I am still very much a child. Marriage is such a mature decision to make. It is just way too grown up for me.

In other news, I know now that I hate philosophy. With a passion. Period. There are arguments supporting arguments which oppose other arguments and so on and so forth. At the end of the day, you have talked yourself into a circle and still have not come to a conclusion. YOU STILL DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER. And you will never know the answer. What's the point? What a waste of time.

The boyfriend has informed me that I have a bad attitude about life in general. I haven't decided whether this is something that I need to work on, or something that defines who I am as a person and needs not to be tampered with. If I do have a bad attitude, it is only because I know what I want and what makes me happy and I do not want to waste my time otherwise. In other words, I put up with very little bs. This is a good thing, because I don't get taken advantage of. However, it is very easy to go overboard hating the world sometimes. I don't want to be viewed as nutso. I don't think it's my fault anyway that I am not very optimistic about the world or its people. To use the psychodynamic approach, I just consider my initial distrust and immediate disliking of people a result of being picked on at daycare. Stupid playground bullies.

I am not going to start my first round of tests until next week, so I am super excited about taking this week pretty easy. I will start by settling in with cheesecake tonight and watching the newest episode of the Real World where they get to go camping. I am just dying to find out if Mel and Danny are able to work out their differences and also if the kiss between Wes and Johanna is going to make them feel awkward.

It's going to be incredibly exciting.

Did I Mention Evil Computers?

Okay, so here's the deal: my computer doesn't work again. It probably won't ever work again. So I lied last entry. Sorry.

Also, my car got broken into by someone either very rushed or very stupid. See, here's the thing people. I live in the middle of downtown Birmingham. Downtown Birmingham = the ghetto. Because I know that I live in the middle of the ghetto, I tend to shy away from leaving anything of financial or sentimental value in my car. In fact, I don't leave anything at all in my car. I don't even leave a cd player to be stolen because the face of it comes off and is tucked away in my room with me at all times. Now, an intelligent person would assume that if another person were to attempt to break into just one vehicle in a parking lot full of cars to obtain something of value, he/she would take enough time to make certain that the said vehicle would obviously have something worth breaking a window (that is worth two hundred and two dollars in damage) for.

THERE IS NOTHING IN MY CAR TO TAKE YOU STUPID THEIF!!!

In other news, I have my first test on Friday. I am experiencing a pretty moderate case of the sophomore slump. The excitement of the newness of college has definately faded, and I still haven't decided a major. I can't help but feel discouraged in my classes when I don't even know what the final objective will be yet.

The final story of the day is that my tummy has hurt for two days straight.

And that's icky.

Sorry things haven't been more exciting guys.