Cheeri-a, Cheeri-e, Cheeri-i, Cheeri-o, Cheeri-u

"It's 11 o'clock. Do you know where your children are?" That phrase will always remind me of 7th Heaven. The episode where Simon's friend has a sister in a gang and she wears too much flannel and has a belt buckle with a "B" on it (and Matt inquires about it's origin to which Simon reassures that it stands for her nickname, Babydoll. Oh Babycakes, you are so naive). And then she gets beat up when she tries to leave the gang winding up in the hospital. Then the brother and sister have a heart to heart as the Rev. Eric Camden glances up at the television to see that a public service announcement is playing. With that phrase. man.

It's a little past 11. I am three minutes away from passing out. The amount of tired in me is too much to handle. Last night, Roomie and I had an incredible time with our creative selves. I thought when I put away all of my homework around midnight last night, I'd be able to settle down and relax for the night. Nope. Turns out, I was just getting started. After exposing some secrets to some people that I didn't want the secrets to be exposed to (Samantha, we're in a fight. End of story.) and watching creepy llama youtube videos/sexy facebook videos, Sammy Poo and I decided to take it upon ourselves to create some Odes to our favorite songs. We have about 247 favorite songs. From about 1:30-4:30 a.m., we went from rapping Shoop with Salt n' Pepa to serenading with Meatloaf's I Would Do Anything For Love. Sam and I found out how to be a true bitch with Janis and ended with Sinead O'Connor's Nothing Compares To You. At one point we busted out the Star Spangled Banner. Though I had less than four hours of sleep last night, it was worth it. Quality time with my roomie is always premium, especially when we wear obnoxious sunglasses in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure I would stay up for "7 hours and 15 days" (nothing compares to you) with Sam if she wanted to make endless videos of us singing Gospel songs from Sister Act or Celine Dion acapella. :) I can't say if the videos of us will be on facebook. It's always a possibility, but I'm not sure the world can handle Kim and Sam. We're pretty intense.

Besides my three classes, I spent the day with another Samantha (not the roommate). She is super cool and I am always happy to be in her company. We have great conversations. And I can make her laugh, which makes me laugh. So basically, the laughing never ends when we're together. And we usually eat greasy food when we're together. Yum.

Accomplishments in the past two days:
-happy llama, sad llama, mentally retarded llama, cold llama, now a warm llama, spastic llama went to the cuckoo hut. super llama, drama llama, big fat mama llama, now a daddy llama, and a little baby....llama. this is not a llama, it's a sheep. duck. duck. duck. camel.
-my college has funny people. they are witty and clever and make up super songs. good job.
-not getting a satisfactory grade on my philosophy midterm. do you think Socrates was upset that I drew a smiley face at the end and wrote "thanks"? oh well. good thing I can rely on my own ideas and not the ideas of others to make up my identity theories. Fuck Ryle and his inability to just go along with Descartes' theory like I had written about!
-NOT my art homework. oops. : /

This song is brilliant and I have fallen.

I am whiter than mayonnaise on Wonder Bread

I'm back. It didn't take long before interesting things started happening in my life. (I mean obviously...c'mon. I lead a very exciting life. sort of) No news on the alpaca capture. But I did do something worth blogging about. Yesterday was an incredibly premium day! btw...I watched Everything is Illuminated on Thursday night which is always a good idea. The quotes are endless and supreme. "Many ladies would like to be carnal with me because I am such a premium dancer."

Lets start with the beautiful weather yesterday. I was so excited. I think it reached like 67 degrees. Definitely the warmest day of the year so far. While waiting for Sandra to get on campus, I enjoyed kicking Melissa and Abby's ass in Uno and War. By "kicking ass" I really mean I won once. Then Abigail Williams read a passage from her super cool book written by this Haitian lady. But then we got bored so we walked all around campus and ran into people we knew. I definitely like FDU better in the warmer weather. And the steps to NAB are more appealing when there is no ice in front of them. I'd say the steps are about 84% better. I still can't forget that these steps are hideous and I always have a hard time walking down. (Sometimes I can descend with only one leap/step per obnoxious stair. But most of the time I look like a toddler who is just learning how to walk because I need to take two steps on each extra long stair while holding on to the railing. whatever. I've accepted the fact that my legs aren't as long as they could be) So it was a nice outside excursion and I am extremely happy that it was able to happen. I would have been pissed if I spent the day inside watching reruns of Fresh Prince or Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.

So Sandra eventually got her sick butt on campus (Boo is sick. Poop!) and we were able to enjoy our previously planned picnic. Sandra, Abby, Melissa, Talmia and I ventured to the luxurious lawn in front of the mansion. Oh wait...did I say luxurious? I meant to say the grass that is covered in every kind of animal shit in the friggin' world. So once the five of us found a precious clearing on the lawn that was spared of crap, we broke out the good stuff. Fruit punch Hi-C, 2 bananas, about 7 mini Snickers, and half a bag of Fritos. All I have to say is we are some of the classiest broads you'll ever meet ;) And then we broke out the Uno once again. Do I have to tell you that once again, I kicked ass? Nope..didn't think so! This cute picnic also reminded me of an important point once we whipped out a camera. I am so pale. I don't know if I could get any whiter. For real. I'm sure if I were to stand up next to a white wall, I'd blend right in. Nonetheless, while all of this was happening, another event was happening as well. A nice game of soccer was being played on the lawn. Roomie was out there with all the boys kicking some ass as usual (GO ROOMIE!). And there were a few other people out there, too. Wasn't half bad. I didn't twist wave. But his ball hit my leg :) hehe. He retrieved it from behind me and I practically melted. At least now I had something to think about for the rest of the day! Plus, rumor has it, his eyes were fixed on me the entire time I was talking it up with Roomie. Obvi he's got good taste :)

So the reason Sandra came on campus was to bring me to her high school's benefit concert, Shelter from the Storm. It involved high school students, graduate students, teachers and even some professionals playing some of the most beautiful music. It was incredible. Two seniors from FDU (one being a graduate from the high school) played an Okkervil River song. It was fun seeing them play to a larger audience. I usually see them play to the small crowd at Open Mic nights here but this was slightly different. There were some very talented people from Sandra's old high school, too. The voices on some of these kids..mannnn. But the highlight of the show? 100% the headlining band. They are this band from somewhere in north jersey called Waking Lights. The lead singer was a brilliant white man equipped with dreads and guitar. The rest of them were incredibly eclectic as well, with the keyboard, cello, drums, glockenspiel, and various electric guitars. After every song, Matthew (the dreaded one) would say something cute or witty or serious about the event's cause or about how grateful they were to be playing at the school. It was adorable. Goshhh. And then I bought the cd for only 5 bucks! And the members signed it. yay!

Those are the important things that occurred. I had an amazing friggin time yesterday and this morning. I stayed at Sandra's house until about 3 today and then I returned to schoolio. Sandra was terribly sick with a fever/sore throat. But we still managed to have a fun time!

Other points of interest:

-I know enough Arabic to make myself well liked in an Arabic speaking household. (I know how to say grape, potato, sweet potato, I love you, Dad, and Happy Birthday)

-Hillsborough has a bushel of boys who look alike. In a good way.

-I need to stop having heartburn asap before I also acquire arthritis in my left knee cap and go through the "change of life". I feel like a 53 year old woman after eating spicy burritos. Bring on the hot flashes.

-My birthday is in 2 months and one day :) oh shit.

What's with this background for the bloggy? It's weird looking. Justin Timberlake is on SNL. Remember when he was incredible? Remember how he is still incredible?

Number One

This is number one. I'm finally becoming a solid member of the real world. And by real world, I mean the online atmosphere of sexual predators and over priced shipping and handling. I'm completely okay with starting this blog. However, I might be slightly overdue. As a kid, I was never one to write to my dear diary or keep a log of my daily activities like all of my friends did. It never interested me. I figured what I was doing wasn't so important that it needed to be recorded. I really didn't have the time to list when and what I had done that day (I was too busy watching Full House and bopping along to the Spice Girls). The few times I did attempt to write in a diary turned out to be no more insightful than how in love I was with my new bell bottom jeans or how stegosauruses (stegosauri?) rule! But now that I've ripened into an eighteen year old, I feel my ideas might be a tad bit more captivating.

The most important event that has happened in my life is slowly coming to a close. In a little over a month, I will have completed my first year of college. From the middle of May to the end of August, I will be thrown back into my old life in suburban Mount Laurel, NJ. If I had to compare my time spent at home on various weekends since starting college to the time spent here at FDU, I would definitely have to say that I prefer my time at school. It's not that home life is bad but I am not the same Kim that I am when I'm at school. People at school like me cause I’m different and funny. People at home like me too, but I think it’s for different reasons. I think the people at home (excluding my family) like the Kim that they grew up with mostly out of obligation. A couple of my old friends understand me as the weird, quirky and witty girl that I have always been but was too shy to show that side and I am incredibly grateful for those friends. Hopefully I don’t retreat back to my introverted ways once I go back.

Things that Kim needs to work on:
1. Being bold enough to approach people without twist waving or turning into a bowl of giggly soup. It’s going to be too late and she is going to miss her opportunity at a fantastic time. Plus he likes me, too. Right?
2. Saving her money. (No more buying Milano cookies, Sandra)
3. Referring to herself in the third person. (Three times in this one entry)
4. Making decisions before a due date. I don’t want to talk about it.

I don’t really know if I’m going to keep up with this blog. I hope I can. And I hope there are more fun things to talk about in the future that don’t involve me doubting myself. Next blog entry: My attempts at capturing an alpaca.