Like any other normal human being I am constantly worrying about one thing or another. So when I am alone I constantly think of ways I could have better done something. If it means that much to me I will actually write them down in a calendar or notebook. Well, this morning I got a “wake up call” an hour after I woke up.
It was 7:30 in the morning, like usual I was awake thinking about a guy that I had recently met, wondering why I like him, but he does not have mutual feelings. (Not a big deal really) I thought of ways I could improve myself around him to make me more likeable. In order to improve something you must look at what is wrong with it in the first place. Which led me to get really down on myself. I began to wonder why I do not get along with a lot of people around here, or for that matter why anyone can not just get along all of the time. Which made me think of Marcia Kear, one person I am extreme opposites of. Then of course I began thinking of what I am going to do for my next blog. It is hard for me to write out anything in this blog because I feel like I am being judged for everything I say. Which is why writing is such a love-hate relationship. Like any other form of communication (verbal, mannerisms, technical etc.), once you put it out there you can not take it back, and 100% of the time (unless you are a coward) your name is linked to it. Back to the point, in the beginning of the semester I was told to write about anything I want in my blog, so long as I do the assignment. I try not to offend people, so you see my problem here. I can not write because I do not want someone to give me a bad grade because they think I am a bad person for thinking the way I do. Then at 8:30 as I still trying to think of something to blab about, an alarm on my phone went off. Hidden in my calendar of events was a reminder that said “DO NOT CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK!!” Thanks to that note I came to realize I can not put my life on hold for people that disagree with my ways or what I think. I too have met many people I do not agree with, yet I still respect them for their individualism. And if I can do that, then I am sure just about anyone can. Basically what I am trying to say is that from now on the thoughts that go in this blog will be controversial because I can not write about stupid things like guys twice a week. I have always enjoyed writing because I used to do it for myself, and when I did I was damn good at it. I want to enjoy writing again. I want this blog to be the love part of the relationship, I’ll leave research assignments for the hate part.

Fargo

I can not wait to go back to Fargo, North Dakota. Fargo is about the size of Sioux Falls. My dad tells me Sioux Falls is a little bit bigger, but not as run down. Either way I do not care about the comparisons of two cities, I just really miss seeing my friends. Fargo is not a small town but everywhere I went I saw somebody I knew. I used to think it was a bad thing because I could not go to Target looking like crap with out seeing that cute football player from school, but now I miss those guys more then ever! I miss hearing all the latest gossip involving my friends and their lives, and being able to joke around with someone about something idiotic they have done in the past and having them being able to comeback at me with a witty remark about something even dumber that I have done. Another thing I really miss is, knowing I could run into one of my family members anywhere. I have a huge family and if you live in Fargo you know who we are, and if you do not know who we are then you do not really know anybody, chances are you sit at home every Friday night. I miss meeting people and hearing them say “Oh! You are related to ‘so and so’.” The worst part about not being home is I feel like I can not trust anyone here! The first couple of weeks I though I would be fine, that is until I saw every single guy I had become friends with treat me like I was suppose to give myself up to them as a repayment for hanging out with them. In Fargo, we hang out with people because we enjoy their company. I really hope I have just met a bunch of jerks and this is not how South Dakotans really act.

Lady just go home

Today was an eventful day. I woke up went to biology, but then biology was cancelled, that is okay though. Then I went back to my dorm room, ate some kettle corn popcorn, and went to Algebra. In Algebra we did the same thing we do every day, take notes. After class I went to fix my laptop because I am currently not getting internet on it. I went to the help desk and the lady told me to go to Barnes and Noble to buy an Ethernet cord. Well I had to get my coyote ID card because I have no terms of money at hand except for the coyote cash (which I love!). So anyways, my roommate told me they give out Ethernet cords to everyone for free in the computer lab in our lobby of Norton. So I went to the desk to find out that I am suppose to ask the lady at the help desk for the free cord. This really bothers me! It is wrong to say something to someone especially when you do not know for fact that this is what you are suppose to do. It is not a big deal to me if you have no idea where I am suppose to go for help but do not pretend like you do and give me false directions sending me all over campus. This lady has done this twice to me. This incident, and another that happened over a week ago. I think she should be fired.

HouseKeeper

I will be paying for all of my tuition and board bills for my freshmen year up until I am completely done with school. I have known this since the day I decided to go to college. I did not actually decide I wanted to go to college until I was fourteen. That year, I got my first job at Village Inn as a hostess. Since then I have been used to working at least 30 hours a week. After quitting my first job because of my managers harassing me and accusing me of false acquisitions I took a break from working until summer. During the summer I ended up working at Santa Lucia a Greek stand at the fair. I also started working at a concession stand for the baseball beer league in West Fargo, ND. My uncle got me this job, and I remember every day one of his friends would come up to my stand and say “Hey Sandy! Oh that’s right! You are not Sandy! You just look exactly like her.” (Sandy is my mother) So you could tell how this would get really annoying, in the end I decided not to work there the next year. After these jobs, I worked at subway as a main closer, and sometimes as an opener. Then I quit and worked in a sports bar and grill named Pepper’s. Which was the only job I really did not like, I was a hostess and sometimes waitress which did not require much work so I often got bored. The summer after this I worked for Erbert and Gerbert’s which is a subs and club shop. I was offered a much better job opportunity at Fleet Farm, which is a like a Walmart for farmers, except Fleet Farm has the absolute, most inexpensive prices. After working here for a year, I decided I was going to take the summer off for once, but I ended up walking into a firework store and they mentioned they were hiring just for a week, I thought to myself well it is just a week. Apparently I was a good worker because they wanted to hire me full time for the rest of the summer. I ended up saying yes, and worked 12 hours a day Monday through Saturday and 9 hours on Sunday from the middle of June until the beginning of September. I have felt almost deprived until today when I started my first day at Super 8, as a housekeeper. I hope this job will last for the rest of my college career, because so far it is an easy job and I enjoy the people I work with.

Boys: need 'em!

I have never been one of those girls that go to OC parties, take two sips of beer and make out with 3 guys in one night, and I would not be caught dead saying something along the lines of, " O-M-G!! she did not just look at me like that! OOH girl, she did not!" I have always been the girl that all the guys love to hang out with, mainly because my personality is laid back. I am this way because I grew up with two older brothers, and close to 15 guy cousins constantly calling me to come hang out with them and their guy friends. Let me break it down, I could not go a day without watching ESPN, doing one physical activity (preferably frolfing), jamming out to classic rock or hard rock, and I would die if I even pretended to care what I look like at all times of the day.
So when I decided to actually attend college my junior year, I cringed at the thought of having to live with a female roommate. I have never been in the position to hang out with a girl for longer then a weekend! Now for a year I have to live in a room with a girl that I know nothing about, along with twenty or more girls all sharing the same bathroom as me!
Up until today I have been hiding out in my room or the library trying to concentrate on my homework, secretly missing my best guy friends from my hometown (Fargo, ND- 5 hours away). Thankfully I ran into an acquintance who happens to like frolfing. I ended up tagging along with him and his friends. I had fun getting away from the girls, I felt like I could finally be myself! It really is an amazing feeling after acting like someone you are not for longer then a week.
The guys I met are fun and down to earth. Now that I met them this year should be a lot more fun then I thought it would be.