My Non-Roman Life
No, unfortionately, this will not be the long-awaited list of my hobbies. I mean, I’m sure I’ll blog that eventually. Afterall, if I don’t, how will you rush out and make my hobbies your hobbies so we can be best friends forever?
I apologize for my lengthy hiatus from the blogasphere. After my sad departure from ROMA, I moved from my apartment to a glorious and quite spacious and well-decorated (we even made pillow covers) house out at Michigan State. The move was most difficult, mostly because I was going from a furnished apartment to a much larger non-furnished house. That meant tracking down a bed, a kitchen table, and the necessary knick-knacks to feminize an otherwise typical collegiate house. While the kitchen table was purchased off Craigslist for 50 bucks and another five dollars for some strong glue (thanks Dad!), the bed was quite a debacle. We tried Craigslist, but when we arrived at the first house to a mattress with some type of blood stein on the back (just use your imagination on what that could have possibly been), we went ahead and just bought one at the mattress store. There’s nothing that makes a kid feel more loved than hearing their mother walk into store and hear, “What’s the cheapest bed you’ve got? We’ll take it!
Moving aside, there was also the slight debacle of the break up with my sophomore prom date. Yeah, my prom date from my sophomore year of high school. For you non-math majors, that means we dated for about four and a half years. That just really took a lot of brain power too. I mean, emotional issues aside, I’ve spent the last week or so trying to figure out how to do stuff for myself. Like how to install a printer to my computer. Or how to hang a canvas that weighs more than me. I mean, I feel like I need to hire a butler just to have a guy around to carry my bookbag when it gets a little too heavy. I’m all about women’s rights, but I’m having a few issues figuring out who’s going to come unplug and reset the smoke detector when it undoubtedly goes off when I’m cooking.
Of course, then there was Welcome Week at Michigan State. Former Spartans, you know what that means. Non former Spartans and present parents, rest assured that…well, it’s over and in the past, so let’s just move on. I mean, no one died. Well, that I knew, anyways.
And that takes us up to the first week of classes, which I just completed. I won’t bore you with that.
I will, however, issue up some fabulous things YOU, my faithful and VERY patient reader, can look forward to. Coming topics I have every intention of covering:
1. sorority rush
2. how to deal with the question, “So, where’s your boyfriend?”
3. How to cook without turning on your oven or pressing a button on your microwave!
4. How to build the Beer Pong Table of your Family’s dreams!
And a variety of other topics that I’d tell you about, but I haven’t thought of them yet. This blog is more of a spontaneous occurrence, I don’t want to tarnish that.
Catch you soon! No seriously, soon. I have no boyfriend, and therefore my social life is seriously lacking, leaving me plenty of time to not be lacking here. Anyone have any cute sons?