PumpkinIceCream

American Lit. Essay Status: Still not started.

However, Elise and Derek enlightened me upon probably the best thing ever to befall on the Wheaton Campus: Pumpkin Ice Cream. No joke- it's amazing. At first I was an unbeliever. As much as I love fall- pumpkin flavored things are not my favorite. I reluctantly tried and had a surreal life-as-a-cartoon-moment where you see sparks and stars and nearly melt away with happiness.

Needless to say, Elise Dan and I finished off the barrel and my mouth is kind of burning from the cinnamon.

Windstorm!

Apparently this is the strongest windstorm that Wheaton has seen in years. Go figure- we're in the Windy City and people are taking cover at thefirst signs of Fall weather.

Personally- I am loving it. Don't get me wrong, the summer weather has been a treat. Not very often do you you find yourself waking up to 75 degree weather in October (especially in Chicago). The downfall, however, is that the AC in the dorms have been turned off for a month. I'm fairly fed up with sweating- constantly- and waking up to the suffocatingly hot temperature of 100

defreakingrees. My roommate, Elise, and I have been dyyyyyyiiiiiinnnnnngggggg for weeks.

So this delightful breeze is more than welcome at the moment. The whole day I have been basking in the gloomy, overcast clouds, the random rain storms, the beautiful leaves that fly through the air and hit me in the face.

Oh you think i'm kidding? Nah man. I'm for realz. I love it. I literally have been watching the skies for Mary Poppins all day. Nothing makes this week of midterms, papers, RA applications, and elementary students who can not for the life of them remember that 10-6

=4 better than imagining Julie Andrew swooping down and scooping me up. We could float away from everything and linger over campus, dropping water balloons on unsuspecting students and giggling at the Wheaton Wierdos. We sing away our stress and how our problems melt away with just a spoonful of sugar.

Instead this is me---->a hot mess holding on by the threads. hair turned into a rat nest of tangles, leaves stuck to her face, and mud covering her shoes.

But a girl can hope- right?

3 months later.....

I knew this would happen. Predictable failure.

But I'm back for now! huzzah!

And truthfully just fiddling around to avoid writing an essay for American Lit.

I dread that class. Not because of the professor or the material, but because of my classmates. Who are great people- but brilliant. Which, truth be told, can be a buzzkill. I actually had a dream earlier in the year that one of these brilliant scholars came up to me and told me that I WAS BRILLIANT!

Contain your excitement because I woke up to reality. He most likely has no opinion of me whatsoever seeing as how I sit in the back of the class, frantically writing down everything he is saying so that I feel somewhat prepared for the midterm. I'm fine with that. I'm sure he'll go on to be a genius who changes the face of world somehow and then I can falsely say- "He called me brilliant....once. in a dream" *whispered so they actually couldn't hear the last part but so that I can be morally secure for not lying.

Harry Potter

I love the harry potter books. i'm not going to lie. when i was 11 i secretly waited for the mail just hoping to receive my acceptance letter to hogwarts in a perfect little white envelope with Dumbledore's impeccable cursive on the front. alas it never came. i'm a lame muggle. which admittably is better than a squib. you want to hear something more embarrassing than this? well my friend caitlin and i also sent prepubescent love letters to Daniel Radcliffe when we were 12. our little tweener hearts fluttered when in return we received signed photographs of him with his shirt unbuttoned and wind whipping through his hair. we thought we had died and gone to heaven.

i threw mine out when i was thirteen.

but i still love harry potter. so much in fact that i just recently had a dream about harry potter. was i finally accepted to hogwarts? well no. was i hand in hand with daniel radcliffe while we defeated the "nevertobenamed" voldemort. definitely no. was i sharing a butterbeer and a laugh with ron and hermione at the three broomsticks? was i fighting off a hoard of dementors? sitting in dumbledore's office while he bestoys his wizardly wisdom on me? playing quidditch? no. no. no. and no.

i was at a bookstore asking the clerk how much the harry potter books were in hardback.

sigh.

Nicholas Sparks Meets Angsty Teens

why am i blogging? why...why...why am i blogging? i have a sinking feeling that this will end up to be another endeavor that i give up on after a few weeks..or days. even as i type that i know deep down that even though i'm denying and hopeful- it always ends the same. i have countless journals on my bookshelf that are all filled halfway and then abandoned. however, after spending the afternoon reading through a good friend's blog i am determined to write down my random thoughts that flash through my mind during the day and send them out into the wild world of cyberspace via this blog. will anyone read it? doubtful. but here i am nonetheless.

i was thinking about something today. nicholas sparks. and the movies that represent his novels. my good friends took me out to see Last Song for my birthday a few months ago (i mean- what says "ILOVEYOUHAPPYBIRTHDAY" like two hours of miley cyrus' pouty lips and adolescent rebellion?) and i just recently watched Dear John. My question is- what the heck is the difference between the two movies?

Boy meets girl on charleston beach. They fall in love. They face obstacles. They break up. They find themselves. Their father's die. They find each other. Love. Nevertheless i am drawn to his movies. There are just days where you need a good chick flick.

But seriously miley- stop doing that with your lips. it's making me cringe.