Ballet for Dummies.

Today it hit me. It really did.

I have a somewhat strict Ballet teacher. She is pretty sarcastic as well. One time, a guy in my class mentioned how sore he was. Her response? "I missed where I care."

It wasn't even me and I felt like I was melting into the slick, marley floor.

Anyways.

I decided that all along, my motivation has been skewed. For these past few weeks, I have been dancing for my teacher. This is terrible. I am ashamed of myself. My motivation should be for the one who gave me these legs and this heart for music and leotards and turning my body into a human pretzel.

On a totally unrelated but completely related note...

I'm going to go see So You Think You Can Dance in KC with my friend Andrea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you have no idea how excited I am. I have watched this beautiful show for about, oh, several years now. And it is better every year. And it has always been my dream to go see it live. And that dream is about to come true. I. Can't. WAIT.

Sorry to geek out. It's just...whew. My eyes are dry. I don't know what this irrelevant statement has to do with such a wonderful event. Just felt like sharing.

Alka-Seltzer+a shortage on kleenex=a very unwanted sickness.

I'm sick.

My froomate Jessica was nice enough to give me alka-seltzer. Now. Lets talk about this. Alka-Seltzer works really well sometimes. But I think it's absolutely nasty. You know those children that just cannot or refuse to swallow horse pills (why are they called horse pills? Hm? Do horses take pills of that size, henceforth and whereto the name? Or is it simply because horses are big, and are henceforth and hitherto an ample comparison? Because I do not feel like I'm swallowing a horse when I try to get those pills down. More like a spaceship. Thank you for your parenthetical time). Do you see where I was going with this? Bunny tracks are only good in ice cream, not stories. And yes I just made that up. I like corny, macabre puns that make you want to cry.

Speaking of crying...

Alka-Seltzer is like a weird soda. My mom would make me take it. It tastes like fairy vomit.


Another blogging point I wanted to make was that professors never have kleenexes. And I want to know why. I know I'm not in high school anymore, where there are always mounds of boxes. But I never see ANY. Like...do people not get colds in college?!!! Do these professors not realize what season this is?!!! Was there a shortage at Wal-Mart?! I'm just...so disgustedly sick.

I was going to make another point, but I forgot. It had nothing to do with sickness though, so it would probably be bad blogging etiquette to write it...Seeing how my title is very umbrella-like and specific.

Oh! I remembered! I'm going to say it anyway.

Bikers. On campus. Are like a hurricane. Every time they whiz past me, I can't help thinking....what if I had moved, just an inch? They would have squashed me. And I know what you're thinking. A Bike, Bekah? Really? Bikes are harmless. Suck it up and let them have the sidewalk, like the maniacs they are. (Things you will see a lot in my blog: parentheses (eh? Eh?!!!) Double parentheses, and little italicized words to denote ethereal thoughts in my head) well let me tell you something. Bikes are not harmless. I can see myself lying there, bleeding out of the tire-treaded gash in my back. People will walk by and say, Oh my. It looks like she was attacked by a deranged, rabid squirrel! 

And don't even get me started on the squirrels on this campus...

"Well...it's a Natural Disaster."

I have this class. It's called Natural Disasters. It's about...well...Natural Disasters. I hate to tell you this. But it's boring. The earth is cool. SO WHY AM I BORED? Because. My professor has a lulling voice that would put wolves to sleep. But I learned that if the earth was the size of a basketball, the earth's crust would be as thin as an apple skin. That's all I have squeezed out of this defective learning environment. 

Observations I have made whilst wallowing my worthless wile away:

1. Professor Keith Miller doesn't ever wear a tie. 

2. Someone didn't wear deodorant today. 


3. I could be working on my Earthquake summary right now, but I'm blogging instead. Better choice, I should think.

4. I'm sitting in the lobby blogging by myself. Well except for this other kid. It's his birthday I guess so he's drawing random cake and presents all over the board...So I'm not alone, technically. Did anyone even get this kid a present?


5. I have some K-State basketball players in Nattie D. Wanna know how I know? They're tall, they wear sweats, they slouch in their seats, and they wear K-State basketball t-shirts. Dead giveaway. 

6. Whenever Professor Miller even mentions "short film" or "quick video", everyone gets up and just leaves. I stay and watch. Short films are awesome.


7. I have found the perfect seating arrangement in that class. I sit near the back in the middle. Prof likes to walk a certain distance up the row, but I have found he only reaches a certain point, pauses, then turns and walks back. Texting becomes foolproof (not like I text in that class or anything).


8. I really need to work on my earthquake summary. 


9. I despise small talk. I feel like I'm eating a sweaty sock. It just doesn't work for me.

Blah, blah, blah.

I wanted to blog my first day of college, so that I could get my initial, raw feelings about it.

But, as I learned really quick, college is not for the faint of heart. It is not all fun and games. IT'S A JUNGLE. I remember some reactions and thoughts to some things I remember. Lemme see.......

1. Our neighbors in the dorms like to blast Ke$ha and rap music. Therefore, when walking down the hall, it assaults your ears and drifts in and out of your subconscious all day. Now, I don't really complain all that much, so I won't report it. It's just odd. I mean, Ke$ha?! Really?!!!! On moving day I thought I heard the sounds of sweet Buble from one room. All I wanna know is, where did those classy people go? Did they disappear in the haze of rap and raspy teenage insanity? I've decided it's my civic duty to Buble their socks off. They'll get crooned.

2. K-State campus is a maze. An intertwining maze full of mobs of unique music-listeners, bike-riding, text-while-walking (which I soon found out was a rather difficult thing to do), running, screaming (yes, someone actually yelled something at one point out of their car. I stopped and stared. Was it weird that everyone else around me kept walking? Is this something that happens every day?!), freshman-hating, Mocha-chugging Radinaholics. It's a wonderful, crazy new world out there.

3. My loft bed is really comfy.

4. A good spot to meet people in dorms is on the elevators.

5. Derb cheeseburgers and chocolate milk? 'Nuff said.

6. Stupid Ke$ha song is still stuck in my head...

7. I'm learning more and more that coffee is my friend...

8. There are some pretty eccentric people out there. There is this older guy in my 2-D art class that wears goggles, combat boots, vests, and talks like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. If he is a cage-fighter...I'm never going to class again.

9. People treat freshman with either mild annoyance, slight contempt, or in rare cases, a kind though somewhat condescending manner. We know what we're doing, and, contrary to popular belief, rarely get lost. At least, I didn't. I may not know all the hangouts and slang and whatever. But really? You were a freshman a YEAR AGO. It's really not that long, people. Okay. Example. We were standing in line for lunch. These girls had gotten dashers (Derb to-go lingo), and they came back down the stairs through the crowd. Another girl starts yelling at them and saying words I would never repeat to my mother. The girls just flip her the sparrow and keep walking. She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "freshman." Now I ask you...how, in this whole green God-given planet, does that insinuate freshman behavior? She could have been a senior for all we know. We are not dumb. We are not naive. We've been around the block as well. Just because you've lived another year than us does not mean you can treat us like we are 5. I'm sorry but it just really bothers me the way people act like freshman are the bane of existence.

That's it for now. I feel like I've already been here for about two decades and it's only been a few days. It's like some sort of weird, sector 4 dimension.

Peace.

Facebook: Self-Affirmation at its best.

So I decided to to start packing for college today. I move in Saturday...but it will be okay. Because I've promised myself not to stress too much.

Facebook. I "like" Facebook; Who doesn't? If we could all have a "like" button in life, we would probably all "like" it. But recently, I've noticed something. Facebook is a way for people to basically spend a few pointless hours stalking pictures of friends you hardly know and putting up statuses that beg the question: is Facebook really just a way to connect with friends? Or is it an attention-getter? Even I find myself trying to come up with witty, blistering remarks that people have no choice but to "like". And I don't know about you...but I'm getting rather sick of it. Facebook is beginning to lose substance to me.


Here's a few reasons:

1. When ever I am talking to someone, or texting someone, or doing something I love, I find myself mentally "liking" it. I'm not kidding. When someone says a cool phrase, I click this imaginary like button in my head, storing it away for future reference. Or even worse, I can see our conversation in a mini-window, and I comment on it. Please. Judge away.


2. I have too many friends. The other day I was looking through them, and I came across a young man with a Middle-Eastern sounding name. I didn't even know who this guy was. I sat there staring at my computer for about 10 minutes. But I noticed something interesting...Facebook makes it beyond simple to add someone as a friend; it's just a click away. To delete people? You have to go to their profile, scroll all the way down, and delete them. Hm. I never want to see this person again. Why would I desire to read all of his personal information before deleting him? Do they think I'm going to read his "About" section and rescind my decision to delete him? "Oh wow...he loves the Notebook and we have the same birthday and he eats the same chocolate brands? I think we'll be good friends."


3. I'm supposed to be packing right now...


4. It causes you to stop in the middle of things...packing, for instance.


5. the GAMES. Bejewled Blitz and Family Feud are some personal favorites. This is a pro, actually. I "like" the games.


Okay. The mental liking has got to stop.

Meteor showers

Meteor showers...wow. I have never seen one before tonight. AMAZING. How can someone see the multitude of stars and not see God behind such amazing beauty? I just sat there for about an hour. I felt so completely small. And I thought of all the other people seeing the same stars as me, and that God created each person, and that we all feel the same when we "see stars"...literally. Ha.

It was just....really great. Every time I saw a meteor I couldn't help but gasp. I saw several shooting stars as well. Wow. That's all I really have to say. I'm just awestruck by the power of God and that He formed this earth by simply speaking.

If it's a radio commercial...then why's it for a movie...

The title is pretty self-explanatory. 

Today, I heard a radio commercial for a movie. And maybe it's just me...but to me...that kind of defeats the purpose of previews. RIGHT?!!! And I'm hearing all these sound effects, and I can't even focus on the commercial, because all I can think is...I wonder what it looks like. I wonder what that sound came from. I wonder why this isn't just a preview. 

So You Think You Can Dance. Amazing. Which reminds me of the movie I just saw. Step Up in 3D. And I have nothing to say, besides the fact that I am BFAB. Most. Amazing. Movie. EVER. It's up there with Inception. Quite the accomplishment. It made me want to dance all over, all up in here.