Finals

Finals next week. Nothing is done. Sadly that's the usual. I procrastinate like it's my job and if it truly was I'd be making millions. It's high time I start getting things done early because during Finals week I end up in a frustrared ball of Astra. If I wasn't so busy I'd just sit in the corner and rock probably singing country music to myself. That's a sure way to know I've lost my mind, when I like country music. It's replusive. I realize this is an unfinished thought but I simply have no more brain power or time to continue. Til later :)

Potato Salad

Today I spent an immense amount of time thinking about potato salad. I love potato salad. It's wonderfully refreshing on a hot day and just always seem to hit the spot. In our family we have potato salad number 1 and potato salad number 2. One has black olives and two has no olives. I like the olives personally. Today I think we made Two because I helped make it but I'm sure my very very sneaky father put some olives in there afterward, bless him! Another fact about potato salad is it contains mayo. I hate mayo. I literally gag when I see it but something to do with potato salad's epic yumminess makes me ignore that digusting ingredient. So it had me thinking about things that you hate and things that you love. And how sometimes you love 90% of a person but hate 10% (the mayo) but you still come to the conclusion that you love them. I was wondering what happens when you love 60% and 40% is the mayo? Is that what people call love hate? Either way I will enjoy my potato salad very shortly.

numbers.

I'm a whole number, a product and am divided into those I've ever come to connect with, love or respect.







and not a prime number.

Dislike

I don't like when we aren't talking. I hate that you didn't say something sooner. I dispise you thought you couldn't. I loathe this internet and how it makes you feel closer than you are. I.I...I. crap.

Spring Cleaning

Cleaned today. WOW the amount of clothing upstiars is frightening and also taking over. It's like an army of hangers and tops,dresses,shoes and pants peering, stalking, premediating and ultimately attacking me at every turn. I try to make it up the stairs but there's clothing blockade. Once I combat the enclosing army of stair soldiers my victory is short lived I only have clear sailing until I reach my door. Once I open my door it's like NATO has teamed up against the lonely country of Astraland. Until today I had surrendered to the well armed forces camped in my room. I couldn't take it any longer. I was done. I plotted. And I plotted and planned some more. Astralandians were victorious. I forced that massive army to retreat to the closet where they shall remain, forever more. The end.

English Prof

So, I really don't like my English prof but because of that I actually do like him. Makes sense right? I hate that he always tells me I'm wrong then literally says exactly what I said 3 minutes later...but I like that he pisses me off. Is that strange? I have a friend, Alys and we constanly and almost always disagree but yet we are still really good friends somehow because of the fact we disagree. Doesn't it seem  like the guys you liked most while growing up were the ones who just rubbed you the wrong way? The ones who just made things harder for you and told you threw like a girl. We all had crushes on them yet when you're an adult and someone asks you what you want in a man you say something like common interests and he tries me like a princess....hmmm. That doesn't entirely add up to what you used to think. So as I'm sitting here ranting to my mom about this professor I realize I hate him because I like his style of teaching. I think this semester is driving me to be a crazy woman because none of what I just said makes sense. I should seek help. Immediately.

Almost Died, kinda.

Today I went to Kroger to get some crap, the usual. When I went in there was this old guy pulling out of the parking lot who was checking me out hardcore. Creepy creeper then did a U turn and came back. CREEPY. So I don't see him again but when I go to walk out I accidently walked out the wrong door but before I made it all the way out I noticed creepy creeper was standing, just standing, no bags or anything in the other door way. I'm really happy I'm direction challenged and for once it probably saved me from being another unsolved case in the Houston homocide department. That guy gave me the hebby jebbes.

"Honorable Mention"

So today was the induction for the new members of Phi Theta Kappa. Not an overly exciting group of students but hey, it's something to do. A little volunteering never hurt anyone. I feel like I should have been proud of myself but instead I felt nervous, felt that my dress I thought looked adorable didn't fit right and my mind wasn't in the same planet as this ceremony. Oddly I was in a room full of people but wanted to be on the computer, specifically on fb chat. It was delightful to run into someone I actually know though. It was a girl from my English class in the fall that I really liked. I guess that interaction redeemed the night, momentarily. So now I'm on fb waiting for something I shouldn't be waiting for to begin with. Didn't I used to be "cooler"?

erm.yyyeah

Since this is my first post, I think it's only fitting to cram a bunch of random information about myself into this post.
I really REALLY like fall and spring. They are by far the best seasons. I say this first because I'm sitting here freezing in the sub zero climate my Mother has created to combat the awful heat of butthole Texas. I hate it in Texas.<--- Every important fact. It's past time that I move back to my nothern homeland and wave goodbye to this sauna for good.
Another highly important set of information about me will follow. I love hardwood floors. LOVE EM. When I was younger the house we lived in had hardwood flooring in the all bedrooms and I would sleep on the floor during the summer because it was always so cool. I remember when I would get sick I would put a couple blankets on the floor next to the vent and sleep on the floor, it's always held a sense of comfort to me. Maybe it has something to do with the strong hippie background of my grandparents and the name I was given, Astra. They sleep on their back porch on the floor and have a bed upstairs but prefer the comfort of the ground. That's how I know I'm "their kind of people".
Lastly, I'm not complicated. I'm ruled entirely by my stomach. My mood is souly based on my hunger level. While eating I'm at my most happy state of existence. The foods that are sure to lead to bliss are Mexican (Taco Bell and their cheap fake beefiness usually does the trick) and Seafood, of course. I hate sitting at tables and always ask for a booth, even if it means waiting. Eating is all about the experience kind of like sleeping on the floor and the seasons of the year.
I said lastly in the paragraph proir to this but I take it back. This will be my "lastly" paragraph. Lastly, I am completely addicted to the games on my phone. I don't know why playing a coal miner is the best thing ever. It just IS. My little coal miner man has 200 ladders, he's coal mining royalty. I really should persue a life of a miner. Who knows maybe that's where my life will take me. I guess that's what this whole blogging thing is about, watching your life grow. I'm excited. Hope you're excited.