Day 146 of College: Escapades at the Ice capades

Today...


Welcome back, everybody. I hope you are all having a lovely 2012. I'm not, but that is beside the point. Wow, I haven't written a blog since LAST YEAR (see what I did there? Huh? Huzzah for terribly puns!) So, yeah. Classes began today and, really, that's it. 


I'm not in one news class right now. Not a single one. Is it a bad sign that I'm happy about this fact? I'm more excited for my Economics class than I am for anything related to news. Maybe I should major in economics. Math. Hmmm. Perhaps not. 


Anyway. I bought fishes. Well, new fishes since my last fish, Captain Morgan, died. I have three of them. I'm waiting a week to name them so if they die I won't be too upset. 


And by that, I mean that I'll only cry for a couple of hours instead of my usual having a fish funeral/one to two months of mourning. 


Yeah. 


I'm thinking of naming them after historical figures or superheros. Or perhaps a mix of both. Having Batman, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and Captain American all in the same tank would help me reach a new level of wackiness in my college-related-escapades. 


Most college students get drunk and then pass out on weekend. I sit in a laundry room make snarky commentary about my drunken peers. Perhaps I need to start having some more wacky escapades. 


Say "escapades." It sounds like "Ice capades," doesn't it? No? Well, I think it does. 


This is all getting rather pointless. I better go or I might start rhyming other things with escapades. Like mess-capades. Which is a work I made up. It means having escapades...that are messy. 


Oh, the awful-tastic-ness of my puns. 


Danielle OUT. 

Day 116 of College: Avoidance is the Best Policy

Today...


I'm supposed to be writing a paper. About Muncie. So, instead I wrote/recorded a blog. 


You're welcome. 


No, but seriously. This semester needs to be over. I don't care that my class semester is all kinds of terrible next semester. 


Seriously, though. 


I have two math classes and two anthropology classes. 


I don't trust subjects with that many syllables in the title. Also, I just plain hate math. Math is terrible. 


Also, I recorded me talking while I was waiting for my laundry to dry....

So. There's that. 


It was terrible to cut...seriously. So many funny things happened that you didn't get to hear. Poor you. I get to hear my funny self talk all the time. 


Oh, shameless self promotion for a minute. If you haven't already, like Danielle's Depressing Blogs on Facebook. There's a box somewhere up by the top of the page....go on...go like it...you know you want to. 


Or you could like me on Google Plus....


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!


I almost got through that with a straight face....like anyone uses Google Plus. 


Seriously Google Plus, it's nice that you tried. But, let it go. Nobody wants you. 


Now go outside and sleep in the rain. And Facebook will stand in the doorway and laugh at you. Seriously, you laugh Facebook. You've earned it. 


Danielle Out. 

Day Eighty-Two of College: My Good Ideas are NEVER GOOD IDEAS

Today...


You know how sometimes you have an idea? And you think that idea would be an awesome thing to do despite having no one else's assistance or guidance or opinion? You don't? Well, yeah, I suppose normal people don't do things like that. I do things like that. OFTEN. 


That's how my hair ended up green before junior prom. 


And now, that's why my hair looks like a rotten banana. (I'm not kidding. IT DOES.) 


So, I thought it would be a good idea last night to just, you now, give myself a few highlights. I had a highlight-y kit and I'm a reasonably intelligent individual so I was like, yeah, I can TOTALLY handle this myself. That was a lie. I lied at myself there.  
I put in the high-light-y stuff, but (somehow) it ended up on the majority of my head. So, I was like, whatever, this will work. I waited the appropriated amount of time and then headed off to the shower. 


I will not describe what I was feeling when I saw my splotchy-headed-self in the mirror. Mostly because it is obscene and insulting to both bananas and mirrors. No, but seriously, I have no idea how I did what I did. So, because it isn't safe to dye over it yet or else all my hair will fall out, I've been wearing hats around Ball State. Unfortunately, I only hats I own are variously colored ski caps. So, I look like a burglar. And because I tuck all my hair into the hat, I look like a combo burglar-slash-cancer-patient. 


All in all, it hasn't been exactly a banner weekend. In addition to my hair dying woes, I also did my laundry. Now, I hate laundry. I won't do my laundry for like a month and then I'll do it all in one night. So, I was doing that and just chilling in the laundry room, jamming out to some music and whatever, when a passionately-um-engaged couple of students wandered into the room. 


They didn't really notice me until I made a sound that was kind of like "ugh-ah-omigod-gross!" I am, at my core, still about twelve years old. 


Obviously, they noticed me after my little outburst and then bolted. So...that was fun. No, not really. Actually, it was really, really awkward. I mean I understand teenage hormones as much as the next girl, but...the laundry room? Really?


When did that become okay?


Oh wait...I have no room to talk. Cause I'm single. Still. 


College has utterly failed my getting-a-boyfriend goals. 


How can boys resist my rotten-banana-hair and ski caps? It's beyond me, really. 


Whatever. 


Danielle Out.