It's an early morning wake up for all of us in 120. And by early morning I mean 9am. haha. so after successfully getting down from our lofts I need something from a high off area on the ground. and by high off, I mean I have to climb. great. I'm 5'3" and white gurl does not have hops. And what I needed was on top of my armoir (which is at least 6 foot tall). So up I climb. I hop on top of an ottoman and then station my feet firmly on the bin handles that is stacked on another. As I'm reaching up for dear life - because I still couldn't reach - the empty bins collapse and in goes my foot and my other foot slides off the other and into a crate that has a lamp in it. As this is all happening, the bin in which my hand is fishing around in gets pushed off the armoir and falls 6 feet and BAM is broken. I survived the collapse with out a scratch, the bin on the other hand did not surivive. RIP medium size bin with cool ass handles.
The other shit show was Katie. yeahhh gurlll.
Our chairs at our desks are not straight legged chairs. And by this I mean that they are weird rocking chairs..but they don't rock. More so lean back a little to scare the living shit out of you. Well oh lovely Katie ate her shit today. she was about to sit down and literally missed the chair. completely. and down she fell. It was kinda like when we were back in grade school and you pulled the chair out from beneth a friend (if you don't know what I'm talking about then you missed out) and they missed it and everyone laughed because for some rediculous reason it was hilarious. Basically Katie brought me back to middle school with the spill she took today.
Shhh....it's quiet hours
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Because We Got High...
Thanks Court for the title...
No, we didn't smoke up in our room...sorry to disappoint. However, we all did loft. To fully understand our room, let me try and paint a picture for you. It's a box (so we could potienially hot box..hahaha) anywhoo. When one first walks in, to their left is one wall with my bed (desk and dresser underneath) then a armoir and then Clare's bed (and her desk and dresser). When you continue moving right, the far wall has two GIANTLY T
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windows. In between them we have a tremendous amount of hydration drinks (such as oj, haterade and water), two fridges, and the tv station. The third wall is Courtney's bed and then on the last wall is Katie's.
Now, one would think that we are an all girl's school that Saint Mary's would take it into their own hands to help us out, but I guess they cut corners at every opportunity (we even had to pay for our lofts..) and not give us ladders. Having a ladder would have greatly helped out Katie and her struggle to get into her loft.
So day 1 in lofts, we are all sitting in ours except Katie. Gurl is dreading getting into her loft. She hates heights maybe? but anywhoo. she tried using one side as a ladder (however, the boards are not thick so one's feet are in instant pain when stepping up or down) however that was a fail. So she spots an ottoman that she has and strategically plants it in front of her bed (really, one might think this might help if it was tall but it's not. In fact, I'm pretty sure one could take a step higher than that thing). She decides to get a running start (yes, you read correctly) so she walks over by my bed (remember our walls form a perfect 90 degrees) and starts running, She get's to the ottoman and stops.dead. in her tracts and takes a step up. She looks at her loft, looks back at me with this smirk of a giggle face on and takes one giant leap for women-kind. She successfully get's up one leg, then it all goes down hill after this (literally). Katie starts wiggling her other leg in attempt to help her upperbody up. One of her arms gives out and she is now hanging by one leg and holding on to dear life screaming "OHMYGOD Michelle, help meeee!!!" and I give her this look of "you've got to be shitting me." so out of my loft I go (successfully) and help a gurl out. I end up being a human step-ladder for her by giving one of her feet a base to launch up into her bed and finally get up there. You think it ends there...guess again dear readers. Because of the "hop" up, one of her bars get's lose and messes with the stability of her bed. So NOW every move she makes, her bed is violently shaking.
"ohmygod. I'm going to die...I can see it tomorrow, loft collapses and kills cali gurl"
"Katie, calm down and get down from your loft."
"I can't, I can't move. No way. Every move I move the bed."
"well, to fix it you have to get down so then we really don't fuck things up"
"oh god. okay."
As she turns around to get down, her feet flop up and down (much like a dying fish out of water) as she is lowering her body to find the makeshift boards on the side of the bed. As she is realizing she's missing pretty much every chance to plant her feet securely, she starts saying "I swear to god michelle..." and finally finds her ottoman (I guess that thing did come in handy) and fixes her bed. Secures the bar and looks back at her loft, sighs and get's up to her bed successfully.
So I guess one could learn from this story. 1. Make a ladder if your school does not provide them for you 2. Make sure all beds are secure and 3. Be a climber and try to be fearless
Shhh...it's quiet hours.
No, we didn't smoke up in our room...sorry to disappoint. However, we all did loft. To fully understand our room, let me try and paint a picture for you. It's a box (so we could potienially hot box..hahaha) anywhoo. When one first walks in, to their left is one wall with my bed (desk and dresser underneath) then a armoir and then Clare's bed (and her desk and dresser). When you continue moving right, the far wall has two GIANTLY T
A
L
L
windows. In between them we have a tremendous amount of hydration drinks (such as oj, haterade and water), two fridges, and the tv station. The third wall is Courtney's bed and then on the last wall is Katie's.
Now, one would think that we are an all girl's school that Saint Mary's would take it into their own hands to help us out, but I guess they cut corners at every opportunity (we even had to pay for our lofts..) and not give us ladders. Having a ladder would have greatly helped out Katie and her struggle to get into her loft.
So day 1 in lofts, we are all sitting in ours except Katie. Gurl is dreading getting into her loft. She hates heights maybe? but anywhoo. she tried using one side as a ladder (however, the boards are not thick so one's feet are in instant pain when stepping up or down) however that was a fail. So she spots an ottoman that she has and strategically plants it in front of her bed (really, one might think this might help if it was tall but it's not. In fact, I'm pretty sure one could take a step higher than that thing). She decides to get a running start (yes, you read correctly) so she walks over by my bed (remember our walls form a perfect 90 degrees) and starts running, She get's to the ottoman and stops.dead. in her tracts and takes a step up. She looks at her loft, looks back at me with this smirk of a giggle face on and takes one giant leap for women-kind. She successfully get's up one leg, then it all goes down hill after this (literally). Katie starts wiggling her other leg in attempt to help her upperbody up. One of her arms gives out and she is now hanging by one leg and holding on to dear life screaming "OHMYGOD Michelle, help meeee!!!" and I give her this look of "you've got to be shitting me." so out of my loft I go (successfully) and help a gurl out. I end up being a human step-ladder for her by giving one of her feet a base to launch up into her bed and finally get up there. You think it ends there...guess again dear readers. Because of the "hop" up, one of her bars get's lose and messes with the stability of her bed. So NOW every move she makes, her bed is violently shaking.
"ohmygod. I'm going to die...I can see it tomorrow, loft collapses and kills cali gurl"
"Katie, calm down and get down from your loft."
"I can't, I can't move. No way. Every move I move the bed."
"well, to fix it you have to get down so then we really don't fuck things up"
"oh god. okay."
As she turns around to get down, her feet flop up and down (much like a dying fish out of water) as she is lowering her body to find the makeshift boards on the side of the bed. As she is realizing she's missing pretty much every chance to plant her feet securely, she starts saying "I swear to god michelle..." and finally finds her ottoman (I guess that thing did come in handy) and fixes her bed. Secures the bar and looks back at her loft, sighs and get's up to her bed successfully.
So I guess one could learn from this story. 1. Make a ladder if your school does not provide them for you 2. Make sure all beds are secure and 3. Be a climber and try to be fearless
Shhh...it's quiet hours.
Monday, August 31, 2009
To New Beginnings...
I guess one could say that this room is filled with four inhabitants who are very different, but when chillin on the meth couch (yes, you heard right. However calm down, it's just a term of endearment) we all come together by laughter.
One might ask how the four of us got into this o'lovely room in hocro? Well, I don't even know how it happened, it just did. We were orginally supposed to be a triple in a quad (one of the chosen got into ND - yeah GURL) and then Clare embraced us two weeks before returning to our home at Saint Mary's in South Bend, Indiana.
I guess to fully understand who we are, you deserve a good ole description of who we each are, (ahh, teachers from high school would be so proud.) and to be fair we will go oldest to youngest. (sidenote: they peer-pressured me to do this.)
Clare is the oldest out of us. She hails from Oklahoma, however has traveled the states (and has really good stories). She is THE chillest girl I have ever met in my life. For example, one day she mis-placed her i.d and instead of freaking out (like most smc girls would) she simply shrugged it off and went to sleep.
Michelle (myself) comes from Rockford, Illinois (and no, I do not claim Chicago as my home). I play soccer for Saint Mary's. I tend to be pretty laid back about many things, however I will step up to the plate and get angry if needed and one will know when I'm mad.
Courtney is from Flordia. She also blogs. Courtney is always always in a good mood. Even when she's stressing out, she seems to find the light at the end of the tunnel. She likes to watch tv on dvd and kick ass music.
Katie is the baby ::awww:: She is from Cali and HILARIOUS. ohmygod. I die of laughing every night before I go to bed. Katie also blogs (damn, lot's of bloggers up in this room). Katie has a very different way of saying things which are very catchy. For example, oh hey guuuurrl.
Shhh...it's quiet hours.
One might ask how the four of us got into this o'lovely room in hocro? Well, I don't even know how it happened, it just did. We were orginally supposed to be a triple in a quad (one of the chosen got into ND - yeah GURL) and then Clare embraced us two weeks before returning to our home at Saint Mary's in South Bend, Indiana.
I guess to fully understand who we are, you deserve a good ole description of who we each are, (ahh, teachers from high school would be so proud.) and to be fair we will go oldest to youngest. (sidenote: they peer-pressured me to do this.)
Clare is the oldest out of us. She hails from Oklahoma, however has traveled the states (and has really good stories). She is THE chillest girl I have ever met in my life. For example, one day she mis-placed her i.d and instead of freaking out (like most smc girls would) she simply shrugged it off and went to sleep.
Michelle (myself) comes from Rockford, Illinois (and no, I do not claim Chicago as my home). I play soccer for Saint Mary's. I tend to be pretty laid back about many things, however I will step up to the plate and get angry if needed and one will know when I'm mad.
Courtney is from Flordia. She also blogs. Courtney is always always in a good mood. Even when she's stressing out, she seems to find the light at the end of the tunnel. She likes to watch tv on dvd and kick ass music.
Katie is the baby ::awww:: She is from Cali and HILARIOUS. ohmygod. I die of laughing every night before I go to bed. Katie also blogs (damn, lot's of bloggers up in this room). Katie has a very different way of saying things which are very catchy. For example, oh hey guuuurrl.
Shhh...it's quiet hours.
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