Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all had amazing and wonderful Turkey experiances, and for all you vegitarians out there, I hope you ate tons of mashed potatoes and pie. I, personally, feel as though I didn't do my part to digest the pumpkin pies of the world, and I plan on making one as soon as I get home for Christmas. Anyone who wants to help me eat it, let me know. We can have a pumpkin pie fest!

And that's the end of that.

I won!

Okies- I should really be in bed, because I'm tired and Kelly told me to go to bed, but I have to write about my day!
The fencing team left last night for UNH and I got to stay in the epee room because, well, there have been some team difficulties and they don't really get along with the fourth person on their team very well. But it's ok because the epee team is super super nice and cool and I like them all a ton! (We watched some crime TV show and then Monk....the epee team likes their TV shows violent.)
Anywho, we left the hotel at 7:30 this morning, arrived at UNH around 8, set up our strip and sat around for a while, then warmed up and started fencing at 9. First we fenced Smith. Smith is a funky team....their coach looks really dorky, but he wears army boots. Also, they have this goth SM thing...but I'm jealous of their socks because some of them are red and black striped. I wish Wellesley had striped socks.
Anyway, we beat Smith.
Then we didn't have to fence the second round because we're sweet. Third round we fenced MIT, which is really scary and good. Then we got another break and ate lunch and didn't have to fence the fourth round because we're sweet like that again. Then we fenced BU and I kicked butt and won two of my three bouts- and I lost the first one 4-5 because my brain decided to die, stupidME, useless thing it is- and then we fenced Brandeis which is also really good and scary, but has hot men, and Brown, another scary school. Brandies has two lefties that are terrific, and Brown....I scored points on Brown and I'm proud of myself for doing that. They're really good.
I think somewhere in there we also fenced Tufts, but I don't really remember anymore. All of the bouts are beginning to run together. We got back to Wellesley around 8:30, but it felt a lot later.

I need to go to bed before I pass out, but I'd like to say, please sign your comment if you leave one, and also to the anonymous person from my last post, if you think I sounded like the people I was complaining about, you obviously didn't understand my rant. I can take being offended. I was ranting about people who couldn't.

I need fat!

Ok, so I have four very painful bruises right on my sternum. Thank you, Fencing. And also the people on my team for hitting me in the one area of my body where there isn't a nice cushioning layer of fat. Ow- they hurt...... :( But it's good target area, so I guess good job to them to....I just wish they wouldn't hit so hard.
Anywho.....life is grand. I had a bio test today that was a pain, and I've got a lab practical tomorrow that I should be studying for, buuuuuut I'm not.

And, well, this is my blog and I'm allowed to be catty and mean once in my life, aren't I? Here's my disgruntled message to the world:
Just because something offends you doesn't mean it shouldn't be said or thought or pointed out. I'm in college. I know the world doesn't revolve around me. I also know that there are things out there that I don't like and there is nothing I can do about them. You wanna know what offends me? Female circumcision offends me. Know what else? Anti-feminists offend me. So do assholes who can't handle being offended, and people who think they're always right and those who can't see things from the other side and war mongers and death penalty suporters and people who think that everything is black and white, good and bad, evil or saintly. Cut and dried.
But you know what? There isn't a heck of a lot I can do about many of those things. So I suck it up and deal; I don't bitch and moan about how I shouldn't be subjected to things that offend me.
Dear people- get over yourselves. Because NOBODY cares that you're offended. Well, maybe your mother does. But she's obligated. And guess what? YOU'RE GOING TO BE OFFENDED BY THINGS YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! If you take every single offensive thing as a personal insult to you, and feel the need to insult people back out of some stupid, toddler desire to get back and get even, you're going to be insulting a hell of a lot of people. And nobody's going to like you. Not even your mother, whether she is obligated to or not.

Yipes that felt good.
Ah, to be a teenager and ranting.

By the way, if you're offended by my rant, well, I could say I was sorry, but I wouldn't really mean it. For an elaboration on my feelings, please scroll to the top of the post and read it again. Thanks.

I actually went out this weekend!

Ok, so I didn't get off campus....but I got out of my dorm room, and it's a start!
Friday I went to practice and got a blister on my finger. It popped before I even knew I had it and hurt to high heaven. Then I took a shower and it stung even more. In conclusion, I don't handle pain well.

After the fastest shower known to man (or woman) I went to Shruti Laya, which is the South East Asian cultural show and it was fun fun fun times a million. I want to take traditional Indian dance for my PE class, now, but it's not offered in the spring. :( That's ok, though, because there's always next year (even though I technically don't need to take gym because I get PE credits for being on the fencing team. Woot for being a varsity athlete! Hahaha.) After the show, Sara and I went back to our dorm and changed for the Message Party!

It was.....better than Tower Court. And I saw people there that I knew! Yay! But it's still not the same as going to dances with you guys. We are soooo going clubbing over Christmas break. I will refuse to leave Buffalo until I've been to at least one club. And that is final.

So yeah- here's my take on message parties: They're an excuse for people to hit on other people anonymously. I guess maybe I knew that before hand, but I was still sad to see my fears vindicated. And I also have to say, Dear DJs, please play real dance music. Not rap, not R and B. REAL. DANCE. MUSIC. Thanks. Love, Me.

On Saturday Jimmy Eat World was playing the Avalon, but I couldn't get tickets. *cries hysterically* It's ok. I accepted the fact that they were never going to play Buffalo. I can accept the fact that I missed them in Boston. I don't have any money anyway. And they WILL come back. If I have to write them 5 million letters all by myself.

Hope you all have a great week! I've got the second production meeting of the evening in about 15 minutes, so I'm gonna head out. Ta!

Day 2 in Hell

Status: Tired
Good News: Still here, still breathing....and it's Friday!
Bad News: George Bush is our president.

Today Paramecium pond was brown. Icky, icky brown. And it's cold and windy.
Tonight I'm going to the South East Asian Cultural Show, which is supposed to be one of the best shows on campus (besides the Vagina Monologues). After that I'm going to attempt to go the the Message Party in the Alumnae Hall Ballroom.
What is a Message Party, you ask? Good question. Apparently they give you a number when you go in and there's a message board, and if you see someone you like you can leave them a message like "Hey number 11, I'd like to meet you, from number 56." Tres odd, but since I haven't been to any parties (besides Tower Court, which doesn't really count) I decided to go to this one because it sounds less scary than an MIT frat party. At least I'm pretty sure no one will be blowing anything up here.
I want hot chocolate, and I think our window is open. Hm.

My thoughts-

KERRY YOU TRAITOR- YOU COULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT, YOU COULD HAVE WON. DAMN YOU ALL. NADER, I HATE YOU. I'M MOVING TO ENGLAND AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF COLLEGE AND I'M NOT COMING BACK UNTIL AMERICA CAN BE RESPECTED AGAIN. WHY ARE AMERICANS SO FRICKING STUPID AND DUMB.
DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN.

Black Monday

Everyone's hear of Black Tuesday. Now we have Black Monday: the day Gamil informed me I was switching to pistol grip whether I liked it or not.
*sobs hysterically*