Shoelaces

Here's a collage of pictures and words:

Now that I'm a junior in college, I've realized it's like being a junior in high school. I'm bombarded with scholarship "opportunities" and invitations to societal organizations. I put 'opportunities' in quotes because the only way you can get one of these scholarships is if you're poor. Same kind of crap as high school. Except they call it "demonstrating financial need".

Ok- who is NOT in financial need? When does somebody ever say, "No- I don't need any more money."??????

And scholarships are deceiving. It's more like a mind game. You think the more time you put into the essay, the neater you fill out the form, the better your recommendation letter is, the more volunteer experience you have, the more likely you'll get the scholarship.

But this is how it really is:

Another thing about junior year is that it is so flipping busy. Senior year in high school, you'd look back and say, "How did I ever take that many AP classes, manage all A's, be drum major, do swim team and still have friends?"

And now hopefully I'll be able to say a similar thing next year, "How did I ever take 19 hours, manage good grades, work 16 hours a week and still have time to read books for fun?"

Friends aren't really part of the equation anymore. My friends are at HOME, so it's not like I can really hang out with them here anyway.

And here's another graph:

Because it really doesn't matter how much is actually on you, it always smells like you're covered in it.

Now this is just my opinion, but it's true.

But yeah. Scholarships dishearten me, and a lot of them are just giant loads of crap.

You were wondering how those two graphs would tie in together.

And now you know.

Here's the wonderful meal I cooked yesterday: marinated steak with mashed potatoes and green peas. It looked so good, I just had to take a picture of it:

Doesn't that look DELICIOUS and Betty-home-maker-y? Yes, yes. This is how I do.

You may notice some shoes in the background. Those are my roommate's shoes, who is from Nepal. I guess it's a cultural thing to leave "unclean" shoes outside of your "sanctuary". And I guess it's another cultural thing to eat what looks like cockroaches. I'm not kidding. I was looking for paper towels yesterday and came across this container in one of the cabinets:

Now I don't know what they are, but I do know that they look bristly and crunchy which is never going to be something tasty.

Again, this is just my opinion.

(but it's true)

I mean- DO THEY NOT LOOK LIKE STRAIGHT UP COCKROACHES?

And for those of you who don't believe my freezer situation is all that bad, here's some photographic evidence:

Kelso: Now I have PROOF!

Hyde: Of what- that planes can fly?

And someone's ice cream melted all over my meat.

Wonderful.

Here's a true story:

One time I went shopping for clothes. I don't like to go shopping alone because I always feel like a jerkface buying stuff for myself by myself. But when someone else is there, for some reason, I feel less silly and less selfish, even if I do end up buying things for myself.

I know, I'm weird.

So anyway- I went shopping for clothes, and Cleve came along. It was a short trip- I just wanted to see if they had any cute stuff on clearance. So I'm walking around, feeling rushed because there's a boy behind me, and at last I'm like- ok, I'm going to go try this one thing on, and then we can leave.

It had the appearance of a sundress. And you can get some pretty good deals buying off-season stuff in the middle of winter. It had white and pink flower print with a cute little bow at the top of the bodice.

I go in the dressing room, and I'm about to pull it over my head when I realize I can't find the bottom of the skirt. There was like- 2 bottoms. As if it were shorts.

BECAUSE IT WAS A ROMPER.

It was one of the most horrifying moments of my life. Not only do I hate rompers, but I hate rompers that are DECEIVING. Since I was already in my underwear and that was the only thing I had to try on, I decided to try it on. It was probably the best that a romper could look, but it was still so terrible that I gagged.

Conclusion: rompers are terrible and don't look good on anyone.

I don't have photographic evidence of this event because that would ruin my reputation. Big time.

Here are some sketches I did yesterday:

I made the red-head be appalled at what she was wearing, and the other two girls are making fun of her.

Yeah, it's a broken social scene.

Here's an accounting joke:

Why did the auditor cross the road?

He looked in the file, and that's what they did last year.

Living somewhere that someone else has,

T.T.