Dear God, Please Keep the Blizzard Away. Love, Alexandra

I'm going home tomorrow!!!!!!

Does life get any better?

I guess it would be better if I didn't have an exam tomorrow.

...Which I'm supposed to be waking Sean up to study for in 15 minutes.

...Which isn't going to happen because I'm not done packing.

...And yes blogging is a priority.

All of my people have started calling.

Today I tried to pay a parking meter with pennies. It didn't like that. I resorted to dimes because I don't want to waste quarters on Burlington meters when I can use them on tolls in the tollbooth state (New Jersey).

SO THEN I took the left over pennies and scattered them (heads up, of course) around streets in Burlington. I was bored/procrastinating.

There's probably some kid out there following my penny-trail.

Someone remind me to pick up that easy pass. (please)

Vadar is going for a journey!

And I've gotta grab some dinner. 

Peace & Love

Tigers are Going Extinct :-(

I have eleven papers due this week.
Naturally I'm writing a blog post instead.

Haiku of the Night:

In the library
Procrastination is key.
Warlord sits alone.

I'm proud of my sister.
She's a lethal weapon.
Can you say that?

Have I told you that my fish is anorexic?
I'm going to start crushing his food and dissolving it in his water so he has no choice but to eat.
It's like my own Caron foundation.

Please comment with topics of discussion.
Also, I miss everyone.

Leave Oprah Alone!

So last Friday I made an announcement to the world that I was going to have a really good blog post that day.  Five days later I don't remember why... probably just because I got sufficiently licked by a dog for a good three minutes.

I'm having trouble understanding what is so difficult to grasp about personal hygiene.

1. Shower

2. Brush your teeth

3. Deodorant

4. World Peace

Sunday night is the Mermaid Girl Special! Yayy!

The good news is I don't think I have any more papers to write this week (and what I mean by that is: I don't have a paper to write today).

Monday I forced Sean to have an extensive conversation about the Tower of Terror with me. (He was sleeping and probably didn't appreciate it.) But, as it turns out, I completely misunderstood what the Tower of Terror actually is. So luckily for everyone involved, I'm now in-the-know. Yayy!

Also, if you're my sister/the ultimate human (which you're not because I only have one and she doesn't read my blog), you betta rekognize that I'm the best sister ever. 

Emma and I put some super-stealthy artwork in the hallway the other day. So if you're in the zone, or 3rd floor B-Mid, put your hands in the ayer.

This is the most boring blog ever. 

And sorry about the ugly makeover: I don't know what I was thinking.

Peace & Love

I'm Shattered Like Glass

I have six papers due by next week.

>Why am I an English major?

Who schedules a class film for a FRIDAY night?

>I don't care what it is. (Let's go shopping!)

BUT it's falafel day, so life is good.

Vadar/Arthur has been returned.

I need to stop eating clementines.

Yesterday I was walking in B commons and some girl jumped out from behind a wall wearing sunglasses and she started dancing and singing "I wear my sunglasses at night...."

So I looked at her and said meekly, "Hey?" and kept walking.

Then some guy popped out from another wall and said "Well SHE was no fun!"

Like really, what do you expect?

Day 1 of Alex's Thanksgiving Break

****Do not read to young children, some scary moments included.***

Once upon a time existed a city of wonder, known as Washington DC, where everything important got voted on. And though she had spent several years visiting this city, one day Alex decided to brave the exciting land by herself. "How do I get there?" she wondered.

"By train, of course!" a magical fairy chimed in. So it was off to the train station for Alex.

Upon arrival, everything seemed so overwhelming: people running everywhere, children crying, and sparkly lights changing with each passing minute. Luckily Alex was directed to the longest line of all, by a helpful police officer.

All of a sudden, standing in line, someone shouted, "duck!" But there was no duck! Instead, approximately 25 men wearing all black and thick vests and helmets and goggles and guns came barreling through the train station. Knights in shining armor? Still the fear for her life was there. "I think we're going to die together," Alex said to the man in front of her. But he wasn't even humored by her concern. "They're filming a commercial," he droned.

And they all lived happily ever after.

So You're Stalking Me?

People talk.

It's cool, though. Send my link to your friends!

My fish keeps changing colors. I paid for a black fish, why won't he stay black!?

I think that for most of its life there has been a sofa in the back of my car. I'm so over the sofas.

TAKE YOUR SOFA AWAY FROM ME.

Murder Mystery party tonight :-)

Oh, and forget more coherent posts. There's too much in my head for that.

Upcoming Calendar-Of-Events (To make it easier for you to stalk me, of course):

19 Wednesday- Movie

21 Friday- skipping class :-O

22 Saturday- Capital City

26 Wednesday- dinner w/ my closest 45

27 Thursday- NYC Macy's Parade!

Can't think any farther into the future.

Until next time, I'll be in the zone.

wait a minute...... [trippy]

Vadar/Arthur/MLK/Ninja?

I'm happy today.

What's going on?

I bought a fish, to extend my family.

I can't wait to bake over Thanksgiving.

DC here I come!

Oh and also....

Can't forget Tibet :-)

Mark's roast is going to be the shit.

All of UVM will be saying "Dayumm Gino."

I'm giving up pretzels.

(Personal Revelation)

And I think I'm going to get more serious with this blog.

Maybe a little less random.

Love you all.

I Love My Black Sheep!

.Sorry it's [the blog] so cryptic.

I need a new password.

I also need a new outlook on life.

I woke up this morning with permanent marker all over my arm. Not that this hasn't happened before, it's just a kind of harsh reality.

Oooh, it's all coming back to me now....

Today I'm climbing a mountain and going to a mock-tail party. If you know me at all, you'll be able to conclude my feelings about the day. If you don't know me at all, maybe this will help:

Physical Exertion : No Fun :: Drunk : Wannabe

Sorry about that.

It must have been the quail. 

Until next time,

Peace & Love <3 

Why would Suzy not be invited?

(She's the life of the party.)

I have several problems with this library.

1. It needs those magical light-bulbs that don't produce heat.

2. Its interior is being painted at 2pm on a Monday afternoon, with students studying everywhere. (Distracting, I think so.)

3. The 2nd floor bathroom is the scariest place I have ever been. (There are handprints on the ceiling as if there are people up there trying to get out)

In other news,

My mother can't get my texts

I need new black heels

Liz's blog is under review (which is probably the funniest thing I have heard in 3 weeks)

Since when do people read TAC online? Any votes for going back to paper?

Tom Cruise Dies in New Zealand?

You'd think he could do better than that.

I'm kind of over Hamlet. I don't think I was ever really extremely into the play, but honestly, this is a little much.

The ingredients to my new coffee include "rocket fuel."

Tomorrow night I will sleep and sleep and sleep.

If anyone can help with my paper, that would be lovely.

Your Facebook Has Been Missing You

(I couldn't bring myself to actually do it, but that seems to be a recurring trend in my life.)

Maybe next week...

Romanian/Russian: Will we ever really know?

It's kind of like being from Indiana/Ohio, I think.

I voted today!!!

And I have officially declared a dinner party for the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. Mark your calendars, and clean your suits.

Signe went to homecoming with someone named "Mildew."

(?)

And Martha's coming to UVM!

[sorry for the disconnected thoughts, that's what happens after too much lasagna]

Yo, Alex, Let's Go Pee off the Porch

Home:

Caitlin's the whole dish.

Wednesday:

Emma and I made it into the bank after close! Victory!

I mocked the Chinese-Game-Girl to another Chinese-Game-Girl. [accident]

I'm worried about my impending karma.

Then Jo and I figured out how 9-minutes could go [un]wasted. 

And I think I need to get a restraining order against anyone in the Russian house, just in case.

a. "I need a hug."

b. "You can't always get what you want."

Midterms begin tomorrow, welcome to my life.

Under My Umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)

We may never be sure what actually happened last night. I just walked into Mark's room, he's crouched on the floor next to a pile of rubber gloves, trash bags, and books. He looks up at me, and says verbatim, "Who's French book is this?"

We should probably return those.

It's raining... ooh baby it's raining raining

And Jo fell on our quest to, from, back-to, and back-from Redstone. Not to worry, I bandaged her up and she's good as new.

On my way home I'm going to reflect on my liquid-hot-magma-filled-volcano of ideas.

Peace&Love

I Think Chihuahuas are an Embarrassment to the Canine Species

Yesterday I was in Brennan's waiting for my tomato/basil/mozarella panini and someone was trying to squeeze in front of me. Naturally, aiming to move out of their way, I back a small child into a wall. THEN, wondering what kind of squishy obstruction could have interfered with my effort, I turn 180 degrees and "accidentally" sideswipe the kid with my leg. His father quickly picked him up, glared at me, and walked out without his food. 

I ended up giving the panini to Nick anyway.

See you in Hell. 

Meanwhile, it's Class Council Craft Day (at least that's what I'm calling it) and I better see some attendance or it's going down. This float better be pimping.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to go home :-) But I can't decide whether to leave at noon or at 2.30. To skip Shakespeare or not to skip Shakespeare, that is the question.

Insights appreciated.

Oh, and coincidence?: Alex gets a blog and so does everyone else. And by "everyone else" I mean: Mal, Sean, & Lil' Wayne. Trendsetter? It's the PA WAY.

Ooh Baby, it's Makin' Me Crazy

I will not let the loanable funds market get the best of me. Economics should be a little more basic than this. It probably is. But until I understand that, I'll be waiting for Peter's e-mail.

(But Peter's waiting for Anita from Switzerland. What a viscous cycle.)

Meanwhile, coffee in the afternoon is the way to go.

I, apparently have superhuman strength and can now bend metal with my bare hands. Maybe I watch Heroes too much?

AND IT'S CAITLIN'S BIRTHDAY MONTH. HELL YESSSSSS

Can life get any better right now?

Yes.

Some People Can't Turn Left, I Can't Spell Received

3 hour writing class is about to start. Joy joy joy.
And how could I forget gum?

Liz and I did not spend six minutes crying at a YouTube video today. I don't really know who told you that.
Sean has been gone for two days and there's no one to fix our broken things. No one here can use carpentry tools. A hammer's more complicated than you'd think.

And how did I get on float committee for this stupid parade?

Yeah, Yea, Yuh.

You want the remix? Get your hands up.

This is how I know Philosophy is a joke: 

"The most beautiful color in the world is purple." - Socrates

You'd think I'd be able to find the airport after three tries in the past month. And it's right down the street... whatever, i figured it out.

I got in trouble this weekend for comparing the drunk bus to a concentration camp. Then somehow ended up at a fog party. The last time I had a fog party, Haystack lit up and the fire-department came.

whooops. I should probably just stick to Knob One Bourbon.

Liz Wescott has added 'lilacs' to her interests.

Most people would be phased by a French-man in the living room. Not I.

Making my toast this morning, Ben is in the common room.

(It's better if you picture the interaction between us. Me in my moose pants, him in his grey striped hoodie.)

Ben: "Don't forget to hide it."

Alex: "Hide what?"

Ben: "They're coming to visit us today?"

Alex: "Who's coming?"

Ben: [points behind me]

Alex: "HIDE WHAT?"

(He was talking about the toaster. I didn't know that.)

That conversation was almost as good as my FAVORITE ever.

Alex: Call me.

Sean: Okay I called. Now what?

Alex: Now you wait.

Sean: This is really creepy.

And I'm literally laughing out loud.

Econ test, no XBOXes.

<3 RICK <3 RICK <3 RICK <3

Is it such a crime not to like pumpkin flavored things?

I spent a good twenty-five minutes this morning thinking that my econ professor was talking about an XBOX. Turns out he was discussing some hugely important economic phenomena, but I couldn't understand him because he refuses to let go of his Venezuelan accent. Hoorah for 20% on the next test. And for Kyle it will probably be 10%.

I don't care if you don't like my blog. It's not like I would write about anything actually important in my life and spread that all over the internet. Who do I look like to you? Miley Cyrus? 

Someone needs to tell Leslie to put her in her place.

To Essex or Bust

Sunday's epiphany: I want a futon.

Craigslist that S.

Case Study: Erica and Mr. Smith, a young, pregnant couple with a huge dog. What was it's name? No one remembers. But they were awfully determined to keep it inside.

Maybe nudist colonies don't allow dogs?

Alex: I'm no engineer.

Erica: He is.

Alex: Are you really?

Mr. Smith: Well, kind of.

Turns out it's not your typical futon. 

But whatever, I'm happy with a recliner-throne. (That is, until we figure out how to really assemble it.)

Meanwhile, last night Phoebe was all over my idea to turn LACP UPSTAIRS into a sex-themed museum of sorts. It's always good to get back-up.

The Blog is Born

Dear Jojo,

Thank you for supporting me through this horrid endeavor.
Down with Kohls.

<3 AAB