“Believe nothing on the faith of traditions,
even though they have been held in honor
for many generations and in diverse places.
Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it.
Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past.
Do not believe what you yourself have imagined,
persuading yourself that a God inspires you.
Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests.
After examination, believe what you yourself have tested
and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto.”

—

Buddha

Letter to Future Boyfriend

Dear Future Boyfriend,

Lately I have been thinking of relationships and how I feel towards them. I've come to the final resolution that I refuse to play games, be a pawn in one, or settle for anything less than what I deserve. I've been thinking about you. You and me; together. You are nothing but an appararition at this time but one day I know you will manifest yourself in front of my eyes and I need you to know (along with myself) what I expect and what I feel I deserve. Future Boyfriend, there could be an endless list of things that I want from you but I know I cannot honestly have the perfect guy. The thing is, I don't want you to be perfect. Perfect is boring and College Girl does NOT mix well with boring or perfection. I ask for honesty, faitfulness, sweet kisses, a soft hand, and an even softer voice. I expect the ability for good conversation, good company, lots of smiles, and even the expected frowns. From you I want the moments where we make silly faces just to make the other smile. I want the moments where you're so aggravating that I want to kill you but you do something sweet to make me forget the fact that you left the toilet seat up. There will be two seperate lives between us and we will not leave our friends, families, goals, or priorities behind. But, as well as our seperate lives we will create a new one. A one including you and I as a team. You and I. That sounds nice. I don't expect flowers everyday, because birthdays and holidays are enough for me. I don't expect a shower of compliments all day, every day. Kisses will not be something I need every 10 minutes. I want to wrestle, I want you to tickle me no matter how many times I tell you that I am not ticklish, and I watn you to go to Wal-Mart and shop for makeup with me. Not happily of course. You will talk about how annoying and pointless it is, but you will do it anyways. That would be sweet. And... maybe you'll push the cart. And maybe you won't. Either way, I don't care. We will be our own person, and I expect that from you. I will not make you my priority and I hope that you don't want me to be yours. I will be there for you when your roommate yells at you, when you get a bad grade, when your day goes bad, and even when you're having a good day. I will be the ear to vent to, the arms to wrap yourself in, the lips to kiss, the hand to hold. I can be the voice that calms you, the girl that drives you wild, and I can be the one that you can always count on. I want you to be the same for me. We won't compare each other to an ex, because they don't matter to our right now, our tomorrow, our yesterday, and our days to come. K, thanks. I hope that's not too much for you.

College Girl.

What Thanksgiving Break Really Means

Parties with all your hometown friends, DUH?! At least, that seems how all my friends breaks went. A little bit different than how mine went. I found out that most of my friends were going out to parties during times they should have been sharing with their parents. Maybe I'm niave and I should be out celebrating the holidays like "college students do". I took my break as a serious chill/down time with my mother. I worked two days, and hung out with my cousin other days. But, I hung out with my cousin with my mother and really shared some family time. I was convinced that's what break was about. Not about how close you got to kicking your sister's ass, or all your old friends you got totally wasted with.

I guess I'm going about this all wrong. Or...completely right. I'm not sure yet. [I'm thinking right! duh]
thank you and im out

College Cliques

Ah. Cliques! Of course I felt like they were going to end when I came to college because, "we are better than that now". But apparently we fucking thought way wrong. Ever since I started here, I realized that the cliques have gotten even worse, and they are narrowed down very strongly, too! So, I'm going to do my best to give you a comical look at each of these cliques...... :) ENJOY!

"The Sorority Girls": This is obvious. Greek life is a big thing on most college campus' that I toured and have heard about. But, these girls are in a clique because the girls that aren't in their sorority are already shunned out. They carry around bags with their letters on them; an attention bringer. It's all about the parties they go to, the guys they fuck, and how much alcohol they consume in one night. The small, yet still substantial, philantrohpy events they hold are something that keeps their image held high in the "grown up world". These are the girls that you will rarely find alone, and when you do find them alone you best believe they are on their cell phones talking about who danced with who last night. They run in packs which smiles plastered on to their face and uggs on their feet. They are the death of me. And, I will never be one of them!

"The Frat Guys": Another obvious. I've already wrote a blog about them so you can read about them there. Keep having your kegs and fucking those nasty girls. Pass around the STDs like their nobody's business.

"The Party People": I suppose you could say that I'm in this clique, because I party. I don't go to the BCM or christian ministires on thursday nights for "alternative fun". I drink. I smoke weed. I party. These are the people that choose to use their college freedom to meet new people and drink while doing so! The greek community can obviously fit into this category as well. But, this group is different because we AREN'T in a greek community. We are american. Not greek. And, we don't wear greek letters that "define us". What defines most of these people are what alcohol they carry into a party, and if they payed for it themselves. They miss classes due to hangovers or just the fact that they dont think the attendance policy means them as well.

"The Squares": I just felt like bringing back this old school term because I always loved it. These people go to the dance theater on thursday night because they don't go to parties. They go to what we call on my campus "CRU" Campus Crusade for Christ has been shortened to Cru for some reason. Believe me, they won't talk to you about your partying happens, they act like it doesn't happen. My roommate is one of these, and when I stroll in at three in the morning she acts like I didn't wake her up when I drop my purse onto the floor and kick off my heels and one lands in her bed. It didn't happen. Because "why would anyone go to college for any other reason but to learn?"

"The Hotties": Personally, for me, these are the people I see on campus that are BEAUTIFUL and I just don't know anything about them. They are mysterious and I can't really explain it in any other way.

"The Foreigners": Now, this is an obvious name. These are the people that I see on campus and NOWHERE else BUT campus. Are they here to learn, of course. But, do they have a social life? Because, believe me, I've never seen anyone other then black or white people at the parties I go to. Maybe they hold asian only parties and I'm obviously not inivted. This is a crew that I'm going to have to investigate a little more.

Now that I put these cliques down onto webpage...I'm not sure they make much sense. There are so many different kinds of people on campus, but you best believe that we still got those cliques and they are held highly in my mind.

Halloween On Campus

DISCLAIMER: I made sure to X out all the faces because there are people I actually know in this picture and I don't want any feelings hurt. Plus, this was a party I actually attended.

Halloween takes on a complete different form when you mix in college students and beer. Add some costumes, subtract most of the fabric, and you got yourself a Halloween party. There were many parties for me to participate on this particular holiday and I went to most of them. Over 4 parties to be exact. That’s how many I went to, and only one did I get drunk enough to tell people “I got pretty drunk” and it was a complete blast. So, PRAISE that wonderful Halloween party I went to that had 2 kegs and a huge container of hooch (do you know what that is? Or is it just a redneck thing?). But, as I was saying Halloween is a whole other ballgame for college students. It’s all about the costumes that girls are wearing and how much skin they can get by with showing. Now, there were many girls competiting for that title at the party that I went to. I saw pimps with their hookers, a girl scout, and many one piece bathing suit clad women claiming to be some type of animal. I saw cops, bees, witches, and even a set of girls dressed up as “the case holders” for Deal or No Deal. The difference between the childhood and college versions of the holiday are very specific and easy to see. The reason my school and friends make it such a big deal is because it is an excuse to party and see women with the littlest amount of clothing on possible. Now, I know a few people that get completely trashed on a regular weekend basis. But, on Halloween… I see more drunk people then you could imagine. People going too far, drinking stronger drinks, and drinking way past their normal limits. This weekend I saw hookups in the middle of a dance floor, intercourse in the woods, and I myself got a little frisky in a pickup truck (hey, I can’t lie!!). Halloween is just a bad of an excuse to party as beer pong is known as the international party game.

The funniest things about Halloween that I noticed this year were the things I did, the places I went, and the fact that Halloween is one of the biggest times to see men act like children. Obvisouly, we have already discussed how girls dress on Halloween but when it comes to guys wardrobe I saw many interesting and amazing costumes. A simple red shirt with “To: Women From: God” and a bow on a guy’s head. I saw a best friend group dressed as the twin towers (with the word tribute on the front. It was tasteful. Funny. Not a mean outfit), a scarecrow, a Mexican (with an authentic sombrero), and even an amazingly hot transvestite. I love watching silly guys run around in their outfits, beer in hand. So, Halloween. Is it something that we should keep for children to get candy? Or, will it always be this big excuse to party? Will I be a 35 year old women wondering what the hell my daughter is wearing out to a Halloween party (a Halloween get together she will most likely tell me)? Ah, I won’t know till it happens will I?

Thank you and I’m out..

College Girl's Stance On DUDES!

For the record, this photo is of myself and my friend DanceMan. I just wanted to let everyone know I didn't want to post a picture of someone I was about to discuss. So, on to the discussing!

This blog is obviously about dudes. But, not just any dudes. These college dudes that I have myself surrounded by. I meet different ones daily, and I enjoy that. I enjoy knowing many people, and having friends that are guys has always been my forte. But, in a more serious than friends way I have also met many guys. Ever since this summer, I have had many stories. Horrible, hilarious, psycho, and some just normal. So, just out of humor, and boredom I'm going to update you on some situations college has put me through already.

First, there was Mr. GreekWeed. We had consistently been together over the whole summer. "Together" is something that I'm going to let you imagine, because it can mean many things and just depends on the reader. Either way, there were no problems with Mr. GreekWeed. A junior in the same department as myself (Education), an active member of Theta Chi, and a very established drug dealer. I'm not even sure if that's possible in my small town but for my town; Mr. GreekWeed was established as they could get. Now, the only drug he ever dealt with was weed and being with him meant free of charge smoking all the time. Smoke. Hook up. Then smoke again. That was our routine and it worked perfectly. I never worried about where he was, or what was going on because it was summer and it was all about having fun. I even remember a day when Mr. GreekWeed brought me some lunch to work. JimmyJohn's was his workplace, and I loved those tuna subs! Mr. GreekWeed provided me with what I needed. Attention and weed. Things went bad in the end, and you'll find out that soon enough.

Then, there were some less significant guys who entered my life and I plan on making their explanations short. There was Abercrombie Model who worked for Abercrombie and was drop dead gorgeous. We hooked up once and now he's dating a girl they call "Texas". I like to call her "Tex gotta fat ass" under my breath when she passes. But, that's for my own amusement. There was FratMan, but I really feel like I shouldn't make that a past tense thing because, we still talk, it's just not a big deal anymore. We hooked up once and he felt guilty (by the way, "hook up" in my terms does not mean S.E.X.) because he felt like he used me. He's apart of Sigma Nu and is actually a sweet frat guy that I will always say breaks the stigma I have of frat guys. FratMan and I are actually really close friends now. Then there was Mr. Marine, who ended up totally playing me. And, I really don't think he is worth my words. Last, but not least, is The Creeper. At first he wasn't a creeper but you best believed he went from nice guy I thought I could date into total creeper in one night. And let alone with just one text message. Now, he texts me non-stop, apologizes for things he never did wrong, tells me how much he likes me (we have hung out 3 times), and HATES that I talk to other guys. He officially has blown up on one of my friends asking "what the fuck my deal was". How sweet? HOW FUCKING CREEPY? He has continued to try and get in touch with me. Sometimes, he's outside my dorm in that black S-10 of his.

And, there will always, always be (no matter what) The Ex. He is a very important part of my life because he was my first serious and messy relationship; something with substance. With over a year under our belt, it's a little hard to completely leave each other. I think there has hardly been a time period more than 3 weeks where we haven't talked. Even when I had my new boyfriend. And even when he had his new girlfriend. The Ex and I went through cheating, lying, and skipping out on hospital visitations. Thinking I was completely over him after he refused to come see me in the hospital after my motocycle wreck, I began trying to be his friend. And, we've "been together" ever since college started. With a new attitude, a sweeter outlook on life, and just most things a lot better, there is a lot changing and with all these guys in and out of my life, I feel like the only consistent (and at least not crazy!) one is The Ex.

Thankyou, and I'm out

Oh, BY THE WAY, I think I will only have one man in my life for awhile.

and that is him :) My beautiful nephew, BeeBoo

Don't Mess with the Bro Code!

Alright, ladies. I will stand strong against a man that talks down to a woman, and I will get angry at a man that uses "bitch" as a literal term for a female. Of course. But, lately I have seen a lot of girls making some major mistakes. One mistake I'm noticing that is recurring is messing with the bro code! I did some research on "The Bro Code" and came up with a lot complete bull shit, such as "A Bro shall never reveal the score of a sporting event to another Bro until that Bro has thrice confirmed it's cool." and even worse, "In the event that two Bros acquire the same target, the Bro with the longer dry spell has dibs." But, when it comes down to what I mean when I say girls are messing with the bro code, I mean hooking up with FRIENDS. Please, stay away from that. It's dangerous, and it's totally bringing brothers down.

I understand that guys break the chick code (is there one?) and mess with friends but, that's not what I'm talking about. I know that people have heard countless times about how a poor girl got screwed over by her boyfriend screwing her best friend. So, I'm hear to provide you with something you don't hear a lot of. And, it's from a girls point of view. ODD!

Though I am a female myself, I find it very OFF LIMITS to mess with friends. Love triangles are acceptable, but not when two tips of the triangle are ROOMMATES! If you're a girl that is capable of getting guys easily, don't take advantage of that. I've lately seen a really good friend of mine be really hurt by a bro code violation. Hurt more by the guy then the girl, but by the girl none the less. The story (short) went like this. The before spoken girl had been messing around with a guy, and a very sweet guy at that. He began the whole "I don't want to be in a relationship" bit, and the girl was okay with that. But, her feelings grew stronger, and she believed they acted like boyfriend and girlfriend anyways. [HEY! Sex complicates things!] As time went on, the guy began getting fearful of her wanting a real relationship. The girl promised to call him so they could work it out, and talk.

But, no. The girl didn't call him. And, she continued to "fall" for the guys unlikely and unsuspecting best friend. We will call him the bro code violater. The bro code violater was ALL UP FOR IT as long as they hid it from the bro code violated. They hid it very well, yes. But, not for too long. Soon, the violated found out of the violater. Feelings were hurt and minds were confused. And now, I'm stuck in the middle.

I'm stuck in the middle because the violater just wanted the girl, and didn't care about his friend. I'm stuck in the middle because the violated AND the girl are my friends. All I want to say is "HOE, quit messing with the bro code". Now, don't get me started on the whole idea that it was the violaters fault. Because, I know the story, I know the case. And this girl was loviiiiiiiing it. And completely came in the middle of two friends and used her HOTNESS for that very reason!

Thank you and I'm out of here

The Game of Beer Pong

The wonderfully college-aged game that I am beginning to believe is overplayed. I have never before questioned the game of beer pong. I have never given it much thought. Normally, I have just played (and failed) and ended up getting buzzed from those cups filled with beer. The game, I'm sure, is known all over U.S. colleges. Posters devoted to the game are hung over some of my friends dorm walls (it brings an automatic cool factor, maybe?), t-shirts have been worn, and even cups stating "Sink it & Drink it" have been purchased. I never knew a simple, testosterone evoking game could become so known and popular!

It's not the fact that I'm bitter because I'm bad at it (which, I really am terrible) because I'm really not bitter. Beer pong is something I play regardless, because if I'm bad at it that means I get to drink the beer faster, right? I just feel as if it has turned into this tool of procrastination. And, if not that, then most definitely a "party must" that I believe is not a party must. Excuse me, beer pong partakers, but your beer spills have become so big that they are seeping slowly onto the "designated dance floor" and I am having a hard time keeping my balance as I grind on this stranger! I'm not sure if they realize how much beer they spill, or where it lands, but it really gets everywhere. The playing table, no matter what you're playing on, will be messed up within five rounds of this game. I've seen people play on wood boards placed on an ironing board. Friends of mine have stacked up end tables on a coffee table, and then placed a piece of wood on top of those. It's sad what people will do for the satisfaction of playing a game that the majority of party goers have played or at least heard of.

Other then the fact of what people will do to play this game, it's what people will do to be good at this game. People who practice with empty cups, people who play the game numerous amounts of times, and many other ways to become a pro. There is some sort of satisfaction to the idea of being good at this game. What comes along with being good is "the ultimate beer pong team". Teams? Two people that are good players team up and are "unstopable". It's cute how close you are to your beer pong partner, but are you all really proud that you're undefeated? The high fives and the whoops and hollers. People even have slangs and terms for this overrated beer pong that I continue to blog about. "Heating up," "On fire," "Double bounce," "Tipped it!" Really now. If we made a dictionary for beer pong terms, it would be small but substantial enough for followers to purchase. Just put the words "Beer pong" on it and it will be bought.

Thank you, and I'm out of here

Financial Aid Situation From Hell

The only reason I am even capable of going to college is because the Government has so nicely provided me with full tuition (through a different varieties of grants). My mother's side of the family is very capable for paying for my tuition but they choose not to. Maybe that's because my grandmother has 5 grandchildren to even consider paying for. And, you best believe what I or my sister get, my Aunt Suzie is going to make sure (our cousin) Randon gets it as well. Oh, there is no unfairness in this family---just greediness. But, I recieved a specfic grant for my books called an S.O.G. Book Award, which awarded me 500 dollars per semester for books. Free money. HELL yes. Especially for books! Cause, those prices fuck you, and hard. Without a condom and with out sorrow.

So, of course, I bought my books. But, I only bought the books I was told to buy. My Spanish teacher and World Civ teacher both told me we would not need our books yet. Of course, this information filled me; at first, with ultimate joy! No books?! Yay. Around a week or so ago, I was informed of the Spanish test. Of course, we now needed our books. On that same week, my World Civ teacher said we would finally be reading out of our text. So, that exact day I go to purchase my books....only to find out that my grant had expired. Expired?!?! There was an expiration date on the free money you gave me?

I had about 300 dollars worth of books in my hand. I felt like crying when all these people behind me heard of my sorrow. I was incapable of purchasing my own books. I was wearing 39.50 dollar jeans, and a 49.95 dollar sweater with a 19.99 dollar tank top underneath. And, the sperrys on my feet were real. But, I couldn't buy books. I was upset. Pissed. I didn't know what to do.

I just want the creator of this S.O.G. Book Award to know that he/she is a complete asshole. Please, take away this "expiration date". At least don't make this money dissapear for me only THREE DAYS AFTER CLASSES BEGIN! Get your head out of your ass long enough to look around and realize that people sometimes need to buy books even after the 3 day time limit. Get real.

Thankyou, and I'm out of here

DON'T Date A Frat Guy

I'm only saying this because they have brought me nothing but heartache and grief. Of course, I haven't dealt with every frat guy (and god forbid if I had) but, the ones I have come to know have done nothing but prove the same facts over and over. Those letters on your chest don't mean anything to me, other then the fact that if you get even a foot away from a possible fight then you're bringing you're whole frat to fight your fight right beside you. Those letters mean you spend incoherent amounts of money for instant friends and the "brotherly feeling". They are incapable of keeping a steady girlfriend, and rarely date outside of the Greek system. Frat guys are the closest thing to an animal that you can find. All about the next theme party, and hopefully it's a theme that means the less clothes, the better it fits in with the "theme".

I have come in contact (not always close) with many of these fraternity guys in just my first semester of college. The many late night calls (2:30am? please) wondering if I want to "drink a few beers and have some fun". I believe "FUCKING KEGGER?!?!" is the international pick-up line for a frat guy. Excuse me, I like beer. But, it bloats me and I will not drink it with you every weekend. Let alone on the night before my early in the a.m. test. So, all I'm saying is warn your girlfriends if they even seem to be coming in contact with a narcissistic, pig-headed frat guy. Avoid the letters, they bring sadness. I'm done with the charm and the naturally good looks. The menthol cigarettes and black&milds they carry around in their pocket leave stale tastes in my mouth. The opened beer you just offered me is going in my hand, being completely ignored, and then thrown in the nearest trash can for fear of being date-rape drugged.

I'm not trying to bash Frats. Your Panhellic council is very nice, and your philantrophy events are VERY deserving of praise. But, the day I stop dissing frat guys is the day I meet one that changes my mind. I can't praise a group of people when the majority of the ones I know are complete dicks :)

Thankyou, and I'm out of here