Happy Thanksgiving, guys!
I'm writing this from home (WOOT!) and the animals have clearly missed me, judging by the way they're following me around the house. Currently Dog is sprawled on the floor and Kitty is contemplating pouncing on the cursor running around my computer screen.
Anyway, Anne drove me to Cincinnati yesterday so I could catch the MegaBus home. Due to a crazy random happenstance, we ended up downtown an hour and a half before my bus was scheduled to be there. We could've gone to her house... but we would've had to leave as soon as we got there, so there was really no point.
So of course we wandered around downtown Cincinnati for a while, looking for food.
Me: What's good to eat around here?
Anne: I don't know.
Me: ...You live here.
Anne: Oh yeah...
Eventually we found Fountain Square and a Chipotle Mexican Grill. (om nom nom nom.) I love Mexican food. You have no idea. Well, I love spicy food in general - Thai, Italian, whatever - but Mexican definitely tops the list. We killed some time and ate some awesome burritos, and then it was time to catch the bus, but I had to go to the bathroom first.
Note: the MegaBus does have a bathroom, but... gross.
The Chipotle bathroom was locked (weird) but Anne was like, 'I'm pretty sure there are public bathrooms up in the plaza.' So we trekked on over (and just for the record, it was friggin FREEZING) and found the bathrooms... which were also locked. Apparently they're only open certain hours.
The rest of our search continued in the same fashion. CVS? No bathrooms. Walgreens? Nada. Zippo. Zilch. You'd think it'd be easy to find ONE BATHROOM in a city full of people. You'd be wrong.
So we gave up and headed back to Anne's car (a few blocks away) to grab my luggage. By this time it was getting pretty dark (and it was STILL friggin FREEZING) and we kept walking by creepy alleys.
Anne: This is kinda creepy.
Me: Yup.
Anne: Let's not get mugged, okay?
Me: No problem. I'm pretty much a badass.
(At least, I like to think so.)
Thankfully, we made it to her car without incident, and I caught the bus on time and used the gross MegaBus bathroom.
Hey, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Joelle + Repeater Pistol = Danger.
For those of you who know my video gaming habits, you know I SUCK at shooters. Hardcore. I like games that don't require me to move AND change where I'm looking AND keep an eye out for enemies AND not die at the same time. I'm a decent multitasker, but not that much. Which is why I tend to avoid games like Call of Duty or Halo. I just suck.
But a while back, my brother informed me of this game he loved called Borderlands that - and I quote - 'even YOU couldn't be that bad at.' I didn't think much of it at the time considering it was an Xbox game and I don't have an Xbox. But lo and behold, a few days ago one of the boys mentioned it and I was like "HEY! that sounds familiar."
My first chance to actually play it was today, because Emily, Anne, and Eric are out of town, which leaves just me, Dave, and Patrick. Around four-ish Dave was like, 'Hey, you haven't tried Borderlands yet,' and I was all 'No, I haven't,' which we decided must be immediately remedied.
And so here we are. For the last five hours or so, I've been running around behind David's character, shooting bandits and alien monsters with an incendiary repeater pistol (thus setting them on FIRE!) while occasionally using skills to turn invisible, run up to an enemy, and PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE. I'm not even that bad! (According to David, I have aiming issues, but hey, whatever.)
Here's a pic of the characters. Mine is the chick, and David's playing as the black guy. We pwn.
If it's such an epic game, you ask, then why am I wasting time on the Internet? Well... apparently wearing glasses and staring at a screen for five hours straight causes headaches and cross-eye. Yes, I am actually currently cross-eyed. (I have to keep going back and fixing typos as I write this.) David is suffering from similar symptoms.
We'll be at it again in twenty minutes, I guarantee it. This game's addicting. I'll probably end up as one of those stories parents tell their kids to make them quit playing video games and go outside. You know, that girl that went blind from staring at a TV for hours on end. Just wait.
All-nighter, here I come.
But a while back, my brother informed me of this game he loved called Borderlands that - and I quote - 'even YOU couldn't be that bad at.' I didn't think much of it at the time considering it was an Xbox game and I don't have an Xbox. But lo and behold, a few days ago one of the boys mentioned it and I was like "HEY! that sounds familiar."
My first chance to actually play it was today, because Emily, Anne, and Eric are out of town, which leaves just me, Dave, and Patrick. Around four-ish Dave was like, 'Hey, you haven't tried Borderlands yet,' and I was all 'No, I haven't,' which we decided must be immediately remedied.
And so here we are. For the last five hours or so, I've been running around behind David's character, shooting bandits and alien monsters with an incendiary repeater pistol (thus setting them on FIRE!) while occasionally using skills to turn invisible, run up to an enemy, and PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE. I'm not even that bad! (According to David, I have aiming issues, but hey, whatever.)
Here's a pic of the characters. Mine is the chick, and David's playing as the black guy. We pwn.
If it's such an epic game, you ask, then why am I wasting time on the Internet? Well... apparently wearing glasses and staring at a screen for five hours straight causes headaches and cross-eye. Yes, I am actually currently cross-eyed. (I have to keep going back and fixing typos as I write this.) David is suffering from similar symptoms.
We'll be at it again in twenty minutes, I guarantee it. This game's addicting. I'll probably end up as one of those stories parents tell their kids to make them quit playing video games and go outside. You know, that girl that went blind from staring at a TV for hours on end. Just wait.
All-nighter, here I come.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
When NOT To Mess With Joelle
I'm a pretty laid-back person, overall. I can take a joke. (Usually it's because I made it.) Yes, I have one or two berserk buttons, but doesn't everyone? On the whole, I consider myself an entirely affable person. Nothing really fazes me on a day-to-day basis. But there are certain small things that, when stacked on top of each other, turn me into the MOST ANGRY PERSON EVER.
AKA today. Today I'm angry for no good reason whatsoever - just a whole bunch of bad ones. So I figured I'd provide a go-to list so my faithful family, friends, and stalkers know what not to do today. Hence:
THE LIST OF THINGS THAT PISS JOELLE OFF:
1) Alarm clocks. (Especially the loud ones that go off every five minutes because SOMEONE doesn't want to wake up. I'm looking at YOU, roomie.)
2) Cold weather. Extra points for cold, rainy weather.
3) Professors who don't teach.
4) Dumb computer programs that serve no detectable purpose.
5) Professors who don't teach and use dumb computer programs that serve no detectable purpose.
6) Incompetent classmates who can't do their own work.
7) Cramps.
8) Retarded drivers who either don't know that pedestrians have the right-of-way or just don't care.
9) Almost getting hit crossing University Drive because drivers are retarded.
10) Email spam.
11) Anyone touching my hair.
12) Getting glares from the roomie because I'm being 'loud' and waking her up WHILE HER ALARM IS GOING OFF.
13) People who can't tell that I'm ANGRY and don't know to LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
14) Not having a punching bag on which to vent my frustrations.
15) Dumb online homework.
THE LIST OF THINGS MAKING ME FEEL BETTER RIGHT NOW:
1) Writing this in chem class under the nose of my prof, who's teaching something I already know anyway.
2) The fact that this is my 69th post. -immature giggle-
3) Knowing that I get to kill someone in my novel tonight.
4) Not having to wake up at seven in the morning because my lab was cancelled this week.
5) Only having six classes between me and Thanksgiving Break, aka freedom.
6) Actually figuring out how I can make the Madrigals Dinner back home. :D
On the whole, the final score is ANGRY 15, THRILLED 6, when on most days I have two or three ANGRY points tops.
I really need some chocolate. That usually tips the scale. :)
AKA today. Today I'm angry for no good reason whatsoever - just a whole bunch of bad ones. So I figured I'd provide a go-to list so my faithful family, friends, and stalkers know what not to do today. Hence:
THE LIST OF THINGS THAT PISS JOELLE OFF:
1) Alarm clocks. (Especially the loud ones that go off every five minutes because SOMEONE doesn't want to wake up. I'm looking at YOU, roomie.)
2) Cold weather. Extra points for cold, rainy weather.
3) Professors who don't teach.
4) Dumb computer programs that serve no detectable purpose.
5) Professors who don't teach and use dumb computer programs that serve no detectable purpose.
6) Incompetent classmates who can't do their own work.
7) Cramps.
8) Retarded drivers who either don't know that pedestrians have the right-of-way or just don't care.
9) Almost getting hit crossing University Drive because drivers are retarded.
10) Email spam.
11) Anyone touching my hair.
12) Getting glares from the roomie because I'm being 'loud' and waking her up WHILE HER ALARM IS GOING OFF.
13) People who can't tell that I'm ANGRY and don't know to LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
14) Not having a punching bag on which to vent my frustrations.
15) Dumb online homework.
THE LIST OF THINGS MAKING ME FEEL BETTER RIGHT NOW:
1) Writing this in chem class under the nose of my prof, who's teaching something I already know anyway.
2) The fact that this is my 69th post. -immature giggle-
3) Knowing that I get to kill someone in my novel tonight.
4) Not having to wake up at seven in the morning because my lab was cancelled this week.
5) Only having six classes between me and Thanksgiving Break, aka freedom.
6) Actually figuring out how I can make the Madrigals Dinner back home. :D
On the whole, the final score is ANGRY 15, THRILLED 6, when on most days I have two or three ANGRY points tops.
I really need some chocolate. That usually tips the scale. :)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Here's A FRIGGIN LIFE LESSON.
Until today, the posse and I were on housing probation.
'Why' you ask in horror, your image of us as perfect law-abiding, dutiful citizens shattering? It's simple: we have lives. Anyone living in the honors dorm here on campus has to attend a certain number of housing-organized programs, don't ask me why. You'd think, as honors students, that they'd rather us stay secluded in our dorm rooms studying than going out on pointless excursions when we could be doing homework (or more importantly, playing video games.)
Anyway, there haven't exactly been a whole lot of them, and there are less still that fit nicely into our schedules. So of course we haven't gone to enough - and rather than just let it slide like our old RHC would've, the new one busted us and we were informed that we had to go to at least two before November 13th or... well, or else, I guess, but it was implied we'd get kicked out.
Fear not, we've made it to two and we're good. One of them was a monthly Honors Pizza Supper, which they hold downstairs in the lobby. Since we were only going to be gone for a half hour at most, Anne and I didn't bring our keys. Of course, we failed to notice that Emily DID, since she had to go to a Genetics study group thingy, and she locked the door... so Anne and I realized after the supper was over that we couldn't get back in to the room.
Oops.
Here we were, no jackets, no keys, no wallets, no nothing - well, we did have cell phones. So I texted Emily - no response. Then I called her - and got ignored. So of course we traipsed on over to the library (hoping that was where her study group was) to demand her key. Luckily, we actually did find her, with the rest of her Genetics group.
After we'd explained the situation, she gave us our key, but not before one of her groupmates lectured us. I don't know her name, so we'll just call her Miss Holier-Than-Thou.
Holier-Than-Thou: How old are you guys?
Anne: Twenty.
Me: Nineteen.
Holier-Than-Thou: Oh, right. I'm twenty-one.
(Like that's a big difference from nineteen/twenty?)
Holier-Than-Thou: Here's a little life lesson: don't ever forget your keys, because the one time you DO forget them, you KNOW you'll get locked out.
Here's a little secret: I don't take well to being lectured by people I don't know. Especially people that think they're smarter than me - because I'm pretty damn smart, if I do say so myself. Add that to the fact that I was already irritated from having to march down to the library (irritated at myself, not Emily) and you have a SUPREMELY PISSED OFF JOELLE.
Here's how the trip back to the dorm went:
Me: 'Oh, here's a little life lesson, because I'm a year older and obviously SO MUCH MORE WORLDY, bring your keys! Because you're clearly an incompetent underclassman, blah blah friggin blah!'
Anne: Heh.
Me: WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? SHE DOESN'T EVEN FRIGGIN KNOW ME! -roundhouse kicks air-
Anne: -stares-
Me: That was her head, rolling across the ground. ...Really. She'd be dead.
Hey, Miss Holier-Than-Thou. Here's a life lesson. TWENTY-ONE DOESN'T MAKE YOU WISE AND WORLDLY. And I guarantee you my IQ's higher.
Bitch.
'Why' you ask in horror, your image of us as perfect law-abiding, dutiful citizens shattering? It's simple: we have lives. Anyone living in the honors dorm here on campus has to attend a certain number of housing-organized programs, don't ask me why. You'd think, as honors students, that they'd rather us stay secluded in our dorm rooms studying than going out on pointless excursions when we could be doing homework (or more importantly, playing video games.)
Anyway, there haven't exactly been a whole lot of them, and there are less still that fit nicely into our schedules. So of course we haven't gone to enough - and rather than just let it slide like our old RHC would've, the new one busted us and we were informed that we had to go to at least two before November 13th or... well, or else, I guess, but it was implied we'd get kicked out.
Fear not, we've made it to two and we're good. One of them was a monthly Honors Pizza Supper, which they hold downstairs in the lobby. Since we were only going to be gone for a half hour at most, Anne and I didn't bring our keys. Of course, we failed to notice that Emily DID, since she had to go to a Genetics study group thingy, and she locked the door... so Anne and I realized after the supper was over that we couldn't get back in to the room.
Oops.
Here we were, no jackets, no keys, no wallets, no nothing - well, we did have cell phones. So I texted Emily - no response. Then I called her - and got ignored. So of course we traipsed on over to the library (hoping that was where her study group was) to demand her key. Luckily, we actually did find her, with the rest of her Genetics group.
After we'd explained the situation, she gave us our key, but not before one of her groupmates lectured us. I don't know her name, so we'll just call her Miss Holier-Than-Thou.
Holier-Than-Thou: How old are you guys?
Anne: Twenty.
Me: Nineteen.
Holier-Than-Thou: Oh, right. I'm twenty-one.
(Like that's a big difference from nineteen/twenty?)
Holier-Than-Thou: Here's a little life lesson: don't ever forget your keys, because the one time you DO forget them, you KNOW you'll get locked out.
Here's a little secret: I don't take well to being lectured by people I don't know. Especially people that think they're smarter than me - because I'm pretty damn smart, if I do say so myself. Add that to the fact that I was already irritated from having to march down to the library (irritated at myself, not Emily) and you have a SUPREMELY PISSED OFF JOELLE.
Here's how the trip back to the dorm went:
Me: 'Oh, here's a little life lesson, because I'm a year older and obviously SO MUCH MORE WORLDY, bring your keys! Because you're clearly an incompetent underclassman, blah blah friggin blah!'
Anne: Heh.
Me: WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? SHE DOESN'T EVEN FRIGGIN KNOW ME! -roundhouse kicks air-
Anne: -stares-
Me: That was her head, rolling across the ground. ...Really. She'd be dead.
Hey, Miss Holier-Than-Thou. Here's a life lesson. TWENTY-ONE DOESN'T MAKE YOU WISE AND WORLDLY. And I guarantee you my IQ's higher.
Bitch.
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