Fourteenth Post

So, "fourteenth" is a pretty weird word as well. I think teens are just weird.

Non-number weird word of the day: Sculpting. It reminds me of the word "squelch", which is also weird. That being said, there are a lot of weird words, some of which I use in papers.

Speaking of papers, I think I must be ill or something. I stayed up until well after 02:30 last night/this morning to finish a paper, but then I woke up all the way only a bit after 08:30... I'm not sure how this is possible. I didn't actually end up finishing the paper until after I woke up, either. I watched three movies, finished crocheting a scarf, and talked to my roommate instead. It was definitely a productive night.

I'm home on break now, which is kind of weird. My house is homey and familiar, but my bedroom is empty, bare, and lonely. Quite honestly, I could make myself at home anywhere that has a couch and an outlet to charge my computer and my phone. But my bedroom isn't quite right. My roommate and I decided that college students don't really have a "home", as the dorm room isn't all that homey (no stove), but the bedroom at home is very un-lived-in.

Thirteenth Post

For anyone who believes in unlucky numbers, this could almost be considered an unlucky post. I'm typing at 01:20, I do have class in the morning-ish, and I also have a five-page paper to write and email before 16:00 on tuesday.

The good news is, nothing particularly exciting happened to me since the last post. I did homework instead of attending a dance that my dorm put on. I did laundry and had to run the dryer cycle twice. I ordered books online for spring term. That was painful, even getting them used on amazon...

Speaking of which, I would urge all of you university students reading this to sign up for a seller account with Amazon.com so that you can get rid of now-useless textbooks without being ripped off by your school bookstore. I sold my old calculus book for a much better price than the bookstore would have given me, I think. Hope. Pray... It's handy, in any case, even if amazon does rip you off on shipping. Also, you can give other poor students a hand and offer them used books for decent prices. (Also-also, you can sell random junk that you don't want for money. It's a good deal.)

I've also heard good things of Chegg.com, for anyone who wants to rent books. I sell my lit books to the campus bookstore during our "sell back" time for a great deal more than they cost me online, but that's just my own little racket. It doesn't exactly work for science and math books.

In other news, I'm crocheting a scarf. It's a very boring scarf. Five feet of white single crochet with no variation. It is, however, a good waste of time. I did that for most of the evening rather than doing homework. There is a bonus feature included with a white single-crochet scarf- the stitches rather resemble storm troopers.

Yes, I did just make a Star Wars reference. Sorry. This was supposed to be a boring blog, but that one will just have to stay.

Twelfth Post

First off, I would like to point out that "twelfth" is a weird word.

Now that I've got that out of the way, we can discuss my exceptionally boring day. I went to work, which was pretty boring, and then I learned that high schoolers and university students move differently. (Quick background note- my university partners with a programme for minorities in poor high schools so that they have a better view of science and math. This includes the high schoolers visiting the science building and doing labs set up by university students.) I was calmly wasting some time at the drinking fountain when I heard the thunder of feet coming around the corner. High schoolers move in packs. I remember this from my own school, when getting into and out of the hall was a tricky proposition because of how tightly they stick together.

University students move as their own particles. They are not really influenced by the other thousands of people moving with them in the same approximate direction. I like this fact of life. I do not like stampeding hoards of high schoolers invading my nice, quiet sojourn at the drinking fountain. So my life was not boring at that moment... Just terrifying. This is why I prefer boring.

I have also been half-asleep since 15:00. I nearly fell asleep in class, and then I've just been completely out of touch with what other people are trying to say. I perhaps should have taken my roommate's advice sooner than I did.

Eleventh Post

This is the 11th post. It is not on the 11th day of the month. It was not posted at 11:11, nor even in the 11th hour. It will be posted soon after 01:15 on the 22nd of this month. Nothing to get excited over.

Today, I was sitting in the dining hall and I overheard someone make a joke which included a sexual innuendo. It was kind of quiet- as quiet as a university dining hall ever gets at dinner time- and some people laughed. However, this joke-making person was not a quiet person. She is a very loud person. In my experience, it is not "always the quiet ones" who make dirty jokes into silences, it's the crude, noisy ones. I'm a quiet one. I do not say anything into silences, much less make crude jokes.

Also today, just now, in fact, my roommate told me to go to bed because I have work in the morning and must get up early for it.

So I will take her advice. Goodnight, readers.

Tenth Post

This blog is now in the double digits. We should all be pleased.

Today, I went to work. It was, as usual, boring. Washing dishes is always boring, especially at 09:00.

I also got the vaccine for H1N1, which was less than exciting. It was in nasal spray form. I hate needles, which is why I will never get a tattoo. I wouldn't mind having a tattoo, but I could never bring myself to be stabbed over and over again on purpose.

Ninth Post

The only thing worse than a paper with three pages to go is a paper with about five lines to go, but no more ideas. Welcome to the story of my essays. I'm fairly certain that I'm now an official student, having fought to the death with a five-page book review on a 500-page book. At midnight.
The hall restroom has been in an uproar because someone, possibly a custodian, stole our trash bin. The sewers in our city will probably be full of dental floss now... I blame the custodians for the chaos that will ensue.
Today, I realised that one of my plants is probably dead. It hasn't put out growth since the beginning of the school year and feels rather rootless. It's still green and fairly healthy-looking, which is why I've kept it, and will continue keeping it until it turns brown and looks dead.

My roommate insists that I recycle. I don't really want to recycle, but hey, whatever keeps her happy works. It's not as though I have a moral opposition to recycling.

At this very moment (00:18), I am watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Will I finish it tonight? Probably not. It is, however, one of my favourite movies. I believe that one can come up with a quote for any situation from any of the Pirates movies.

This is starting to seem like I have an almost-MLIA-worthy life, so I'll stop talking about it. It would be a shame to put a black mark on my record of boringness.

Eighth Post

We had a holiday here. I slept in until 13:00 instead of getting up and doing homework. Also, I sat around and stayed out of my roommate's way while she cleaned and redecorated almost frantically out of sheer boredom.
It is my intention not to put on socks today, thus having a "sockless day." A friend from home and I were always excited to have one (no, we didn't have lives before college, either), and it's hard to have a sockless day when you have to walk five minutes to get to food. Today, however, I have food in my room.
Anyone thinking about college as an epic, harry potter-filled time of nerf guns and frisbee games is wrong. Just give up to boredom now. It's easier that way.

Seventh Post

At my school, we have these evening activities in the lounge for each dorm. Ours is "Cultural Leaders," which I find rather lame. I'm actually not really sure why that had to happen.
In other news, I actually had my own friends (just because I have a blog it doesn't mean I don't have friends) over to my room. I felt kind of like I had a life. So, to combat that feeling, I am typing up a new post and fighting with an essay that's not due until tuesday. I'm actually kind of enjoying the paper-writing, since it's the first time I've had to write a real paper with correct references and all that in college. I'm a science major- we don't really do that much writing. Just note-taking and lab write-ups, and those don't have citations required. We do have gen-eds required to graduate, which mostly ensures that we are "well-rounded" and fit to go to grad school and med school and make the school look good. I love my school, but that doesn't mean that I'm not cynical.
To tell the truth, I'm really frustrated with the paper. I would try that super cool awesome full screen distraction-minimising feature in Pages (mac word processor), but I need at least three other things up, including the internet to write the darn thing. Therefore, I go on the internet with every intention of looking things up, but it just doesn't happen. I'm extremely unmotivated to write, since I don't really believe in doing assignments before the night before they're due. I think this is proving that I'm constitutionally incapable of doing otherwise; perhaps I should get a start on other tuesday assignments so they don't all hit me at once tomorrow night at about midnight.
Americans- enjoy MLK day. Yay world peace and post-racial life.
There. I've been politically correct and whatnot.
To be honest, I think that a lot of minorities just kind of scrape by because they don't want empowerment, they want free stuff. I don't want to knock the people who have been successful, pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, and changed the world, but I think that anyone who doesn't even want to get a job because they won't get government handouts anymore deserves all that life throws at them. For anyone who thinks I've just been a horrible racist bigot, I am talking about white people, too. I am a true post-racial citizen because I don't care if you're white, black, yellow, blue, green, or red- you should learn to respect yourself and reach for greatness. Not everyone can be president- I certainly wouldn't want to be- but everyone can have a better life than they have now. But the government isn't going to give it to you- you have to go out and find it.

Sorry about that little soapbox speech. It can be argued that this is how boring university life is- I have time to think about all this.

EDIT: This is Raeann from  three years later. I would like to apologize if I sounded like a total prick up there. I still agree with the basic sentiment of what I said, that anyone who just wants handouts is a pain in society's ass, and they make us as a society (and I do mean everyone, especially including people who started in the same place and made something of themselves because they wanted to) look bad. However, having lived a little with people who (gasp) aren't exactly like me since writing this post, I feel that I'm really not a "true post-racial citizen" because I'm basically the product of a society that really, really isn't post-racial. There are little things that I do, that a lot of white people who never went hungry when they were a kid and who can afford to go to college do because society is governed by us, really, that I don't even notice, and certainly didn't notice when I was an itty bitty freshman.
The only reason I came back to this post -- I don't even remember writing that paper, much less this post -- is because it is coming up pretty high on some google searches, and I'd like to not seem like a racist moron in front of the whole internet. Whether or not I am a racist moron is probably debatable, but I just wanted to make it clear that I don't endorse other racist morons.
I mean, wow, do I sound angry then! I've been thinking about freshman year a lot, especially in light of having only one year left before I'm turfed out into the real world, or the world of grad school, and I was a very angry freshman. I scowled and dozed my way through all of my classes. I look back on the year with fondness, but I don't think any of my professors thought I liked them, except in my women writers class, which, incidentally, is part of what made me who I am now. When I wrote this post, I'd enrolled in the class, but hadn't started yet.
Pro (i.e. slightly less amateur) tip: don't be angry all the time. It'll make it that much easier to come back to your accomplishments a few years later without blushing.

Sixth Post

My favourite part of weekends is sitting around in my room and not leaving all day. I didn't actually eat until about 19:00, simply because I wasn't very hungry. I did leave the building when I took my incredibly full trash bin out to the dumpster, but I consider that to be a part of the dorm. It was a nice, relaxed day. I finished reading the book for an assignment, and felt victorious. The assignment is due tuesday, so I have plenty of time to formulate ideas and look up passages, or I can save it all for monday night. I find that right now, I'm totally ambivalent as to which one, possibly because I was up past 03:00 for the third night in a row. Tonight, I have decided, will be different. I have an infusion (which tend to make me tired) that I will drink by midnight if I'm not tired. I am absolutely determined to get sleep tonight.
I'm certain that this makes me a bad college student. But I don't care. On that note, I'm doing homework, so I'm already a miserable failure of a student.

Fifth Post

I took an exam today. 'Twas pretty exciting, only not.
In other news, I have a bruised bone in my knee, which, I must say, is pretty boring.
Also, if anyone knows how to make an HP C6480 scanner work with snow leopard, please let me know. I don't need a scanner, but it's irritating when things don't work nicely like they're supposed to. In any case, cheers and happy weekend, dear readers.

Fourth Post

Today, the most exciting thing that happened to me was that I got to drive my friend's car. I hated it. However, it was nice to be off campus in a non-walking way... Those of you with no cars know of what I speak.
I was up until 03:00 last night. Tonight, I will go to sleep earlier. I have work in the morning and an exam in the afternoon. Fridays are somehow less satisfying when one has to wake up four hours earlier than they would normally... I like school, even if my life is boring, because there's a much better chance that I will be able to sleep in later than in real life. It's a pretty good deal, other than having to pay hideous amounts of money and eating iffy, boring food.
Also today, I realised that I really, really don't like George Clooney. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I just wanted to put that out there. It's pretty much my claim to faim. Also, I started a blog about how boring my life is... but that doesn't really count, since I don't sign my name to it (and no, my name is not "Bored University Student". Sorry for misleading you all).
With any luck, tomorrow will be just as boring, preferably more so. I'm actually rather fond of boring days- more time for getting homework done and such. Also, exciting days are usually just traumatic days dressed up.

Third Post

Right now, I am sitting on my bed with my beloved computer (and anyone who dares make a dirty joke about that will find themselves smacked down with the "banhammer"). I had a pretty boring day today. It rained... I like rain. I come from a dry climate, so rain in any amount is pretty exciting. And snow. We get even less snow than we do rain. It snows a lot here.
Honestly, I think that it's a requirement for universities to have three things- ethnic diversity (by which I mean skin colour), trees (pine, usually, with a few other types thrown in for good measure), and a wet climate (makes it seem more liberal). My school has these three requirements, which is why we were upgraded to "university" (instead of "college") a few years back.
Part of why I'm sitting on my bed instead of in my chair is because I fell on some of the water and banged up my knee, so I now have to put frozen water on my knee to make it better. Ironic much? My part of the world doesn't have ice. It gets cold as all get out, but there's no water. At all. So if your nose is bloodied in the winter, it's from dry skin and not falling and smashing your face on the icy ground. It was pretty much the most interesting thing that happened to me all term, which is why I'm blogging. If I had an interesting life, this blog would not exist. I don't think any blogs would exist if bloggers had interesting lives.
One thing that I didn't put it my "About Me" thingummy is that I am my roommate's doorkeeper/receptionist. My roommate has an interesting life. She does not blog.
Sample conversation between me and someone at the door:
Visitor: *knocks*
Me: "Come in."
Visitor: *knocks again*
Me: *gets up to open door* "Yes?"
Visitor: "Hi. Um, is (roommate) here?"
Please note that one can see the whole of my room from the doorway. If someone is not there, you cannot see them.
Me: "Uh, no..."
Visitor: "Oh. Um, ok. Do you know where she is?"
Me: "Nope. She might be in class, at lunch, at coffee, at work..."
Visitor: "Oh. Ok, can you let her know I was here?"
Me: "Sure..."
Visitor: "Ok, bye..."
Me: *shuts door* "Oye..."

My roommate sometimes has three people come looking for her in one day. It is remarkable. I could probably reconsider my career choice and go for being a receptionist instead of a scientist.

Second Post- Housekeeping

I would like to note, without creating an exceptionally long post, that there will be absolutely no Harry Potter references. On a similar note, before the Twilight fangirls get all excited, I will find you and injure you as well as ruining your chances for employment if I find Twilight references. This is a respectable blog. We do not discuss such things here. Thank you.

First Post!

Hello! I am a bored university student. It is almost midnight, and I'm reading a book for class. Rather, I'm not reading, I'm creating this blog.

You have probably seen, or at least heard of, MLIA- my life is average. Which it no longer is. Most posts deal with crazy, unlikely, and most likely made up scenarios. Especially in college.

I would like to take this moment to say that college does not consist of profs cracking dirty jokes, nerf gun wars, squeaky beds, or people running around in strange costumes.

College, at least where I am, consists of going to class, hanging out with friends, holing up in one's room, top ramen, peanut butter, studying, watching movies whenever one wants, and crappy cafeteria food.

I am an average college student with a boring life, and I am calling students of all majors to unite against the forces of MLIA-ers.

Please comment on how boring your life is in the comments. Example- "Today I took a test. It was (hard/easy/boring/what have you)." "Tonight, I did homework."

Note- I will not tolerate dirty jokes in the comments. Thank you for your advanced vocabularies, maturity, and well-developed senses of humour and irony befitting people who have managed to get into competitive universities.