Welcome to Crazy Town, Chubby Bunny

No time for a legitimate update for at least two weeks. Midterms are approaching, and I have a weekend full of study and writing ahead of me. Joy. Long story short, don't stop reading just because I haven't posted in a while. I'm busy. I will be back to the "blogsphere" as soon as I can.

To summarize the time in between now and my last post:

• Jason Mraz concert = incredible, amazing awesomeness
• care packages from home = incredible, amazing awesomeness
• secret surprises = incredible, amazing awesomeness

That's about all. Better update in about two weeks' time. Tah!

It's Laundry Day!

Sooooo... there's a very real possibility that I just might be the most boring college student ever. This isn't because I never get out of my dorm, or because I'm fascinated by painfully boring things like theoretical physics* or anything weird like that. It's merely because I, unlike so many of my peers, enjoy laundry day. Yes, that's right. The idea of spending twenty-eight minutes watching my clothes spin around in neat little circles sounds relaxing. It even sounds fun. But, drying is the best part. Maybe I get so overexcited about drying my clothing in a machine simply because I'm from a city that was always waaaay too sunny to justify the purchase of a dryer. Long story short, I'm proud to spend my rainy Friday afternoons with my laundry and my homework. On top of all that, I even sort of like folding my clothes when they're finished -- in spite of all my feminist leanings. Say what you want. I like it. I don't think I'm ever going to let anyone do my laundry for me again. Why should they hog all the fun anyway?

I think it would be very wise for me to stop writing about laundry now.

Short week here at the university, but it certainly wore me out. I'm writing something of a small novel for one of my classes, preparing to write a paper for another, studying continuously in general, and, on top of that, I have to own my Spanish test on Monday. Busy times. I plan on studying nonstop this weekend, just so I can ace my Spanish test and get ahead in preparation for the JASON MRAZ CONCERT ON TUESDAY!!!!! EEEeeEK!K!!!! I'm terribly excited. "Frijol" is coming into town, and I can't wait to see him! I've never been to a legitimate concert before, and I'm sure it'll be awesome! Yay!

I hate it when I'm in the middle of writing something important, and I completely forget how to write -- in English, Spanish, anything. Does this happen to anyone else? It's the most epic brain fart that I ever have, and -- don't get me wrong -- it doesn't happen too often, but it is still freaking weird. Thankfully, I'm able to recover my writing skills within a few seconds. I'm lucky.

I keep writing about brain farts. The truth is that I just like to write the word "fart." I might be an adult on paper, but my soul is not a day older than six years. I swear, I'm going to stay young forever. Farting will never cease to bring a smile to my face. I wonder how this fascination will play out in the event that I reproduce....

Middle aged college professors should not talk about their sex lives. It makes those of us who sit in the front row extremely uncomfortable, and it produces disgusting mental images. *shudder*

Speaking of teachers discussing less than purely academic matters, I was intrigued by a statement one of my professors made about today being the eighth anniversary of 9/11. It was different than anything I've ever heard about this anniversary. Instead of talking about how depressing/scary it was that the country was under a threat and whatnot, he almost choked up while explaining that he didn't think discord was "the answer." I'm not even sure if I know entirely what he meant by it all. The way he mentioned it was so passionate that it was almost painful to hear. I had to blink a few tears away from my own eyes when he was finished. It was interesting, to say the least.

Holy cow, it is going to POUR within the next hour. Black clouds have surrounded campus, and lightning keeps flashing up my dorm room. I'm a little nervous, not gonna lie. We don't get this kind of weather in the desert region of the world.

The cafeteria food at this institution is truly an enigma to me. On Tuesday evening, I was served a most excellent meal of steak, mashed potatoes, and oreo cheesecake. Last night, I was served some freezer fried chicken that had been smothered in suspiciously salty white sauce and old spinach. Combining such a delicious dinner with such a vomit-inducing one all in one short school week should be illegal. It screws your taste buds up. (I also want to clarify right here that I'm not a victim of the "Freshman 15." I'm eating well, and I'm working out regularly. The key is to know your limits.)

I miss my mom's cooking. So much.

Aside from cooking issues, I'm happy to say that my homesickness has vanished completely. The great grand world of college isn't so bad. I get plenty of sleep, and I keep up with people I care about who are back home. I'm getting involved, and I'm satisfied. The thought of not being able to come back home until Thanksgiving isn't too terrifying anymore. I'm glad, and I'm grateful. It's nice to feel content with life.

Some sexy man was playing the piano by the cafeteria today. I'm not sure if he was independently sexy or if him playing the piano was sexy, but it was still a pleasant sight. I tried to smile flirtatiously at him, but I think I came off looking more like Dick Cheney than anything else. He didn't smile back. Conclusion: I need to refine my technique.

The refrigerator in my dorm room is scary. It has a tendency to make random rattling noises at regular intervals. I have a theory that it has been transformed into some kind of crude alien communication device and that the aliens going to abduct me in the dead of night, but I try not to talk about that with other people. They'll think I'm the bad kind of "special."

With that said, I'd like to close with an open question to my readers. Should I opt for an internship (most likely unpaid) through the University Democrats this semester? Y/N, plz.

Alright, I'm done brain farting (teehee) for the day. I have to go make sure the dryer didn't dissolve my socks. ¡Adiós!

-- Chubby Bunny

* No offense to those who are enchanted by theoretical physics, but I think you're all a bunch of nerds.

Brain Fart of the Day

I don't have too much time to write because class is in an hour, and I'm trying to study for un examen para mi clase de español, so I'll keep it short and to the point.

So... this university seems to be blatantly ignoring the fact that this city is in the midst of a drought. This school funds countless organizations that focus on water conservation and efficiency; yet, all the same, the sprinklers never fail to water the sidewalks at six in the morning. My roommate woke up, looked out the window, and ask me if I thought it had rained last night. "No," I grumbled, "they're just watering... again." Am I the only one who is ashamed of this? It actually looks like fall around here because leaves are dying from so little exposure to water, and my school is dispensing thousands of gallons of the precious resource into the sidewalk. How embarrassing.

On a happier note, mi amigo "Frijol" is coming to see the Jason Mraz concert with me and my roommate in a week! Cue excitement! :D

That's all for now. I've got a busy four-day week ahead of me. Thankfully, I'm keeping up. Word up to anti-procrastinators!

-- Chubby Bunny

Game Day!!!!!!! \m/ \m/ \m/

Contrary to whatever sort of enthusiasm my title might exhibit, I am actually one student at this university who is not going to the first home football game of the season. I didn't have enough money or interest to purchase the enormously complicated "sports package," which is a "deal" that doesn't even necessarily guarantee the purchaser will get seats in any given event. Anyway, I think I just might be the only one left here in the dorms right now. It'd be sort of cool to see the marching band perform, but I have a feeling that I'd just wind up being bitter about it. (I had been very active in my high school's marching band and was very eager to join up in college, but my new school, alas, doesn't march flutes. I'm a flute player. Hence, no more marching band for me. Sigh.) For anyone who thinks I'm socially isolating myself, fret not. I'm involved in clubs and will actually attend one football game in three weeks, just because we're playing the university from my hometown. Yay for All-American Football!!

Say what you want, but I will -- someday -- marry John Mayer. He is gorgeous, and being able to sing is hot. I wish he would be a guest star on House, MD. I think that would constitute a "hotness overload," to lift the diagnosis from the medical community. Just sayin'.

So I'm thinking about minoring in Spanish, simply because I want to be fully fluent in the sexiest language ever. My boyfriend used to say that everything sounds better in Spanish, and I'm definitely starting to agree with him. I fantasize more and more about being sent to Spain or Mexico for the Peace Corps to help people, and the idea of actually thinking in Spanish sounds great. I think I'm going to do it. I'll show the everyone that there actually are people who are both white and fluent with a normal accent. I get so tired of the stereotype.

I watched a bit of FOX while working out this morning. I'm not going to rant on and on about how clearly biased their reporting is, because I know MSNBC (and CNN, to a certain extent) are pretty biased as well, but I will note that FOX reporters seem to use intentionally rousing language in their newscasts. I think I heard the words "chaos," "deceit," "doom," "terror," and "threatening" about 2340983233728 times each. Fear mongering much, FOX? Seriously, the newscast wasn't so much about informing me as it was scaring the crap out of me. I thought I was reading a cheap tabloid. Gross.

I had a pretty typical college meal for lunch today: leftover soup, a granola bar, a few nilla wafers, and some milk. All in front of my laptop as I Facebook stalked people. I laughed.

Damn, marching band music from high school is SO COOL! I might be a band nerd, but I do know cool when I hear it. I'm glad that I made the most out of my marching band experience when I had it. I remember telling myself over and over that I shouldn't take it for granted, and I didn't. No regrets -- that's the way I like it. ¡Viva la banda!

Apparently, America is in an "uproar" over President Obama's upcoming televised message to K-12th graders this week. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?!? The president wants to wish your children good luck and to work hard, and it's all about brainwashing them? To me, that theory is sick. The man has two young daughters, and he achieved the presidency chiefly through achieving a great education. He clearly values its importance, and, hey, with the way many students seem to drop out of high school like flies, I think he message is one that should be spread around to students. (Incidentally, unlike popular thought, his speech is optional for teachers to actually show.) After all, maybe he'll inspire some kid to pass a class or to run for student council president or to change something for the better. People need to stop making everything so damn political. (And, I need to not watch FOX. It obviously doesn't do me any favors.)

Alright, that's enough of the soapbox for today. I'm going to get something to eat and gear up for my first "college" party. A friend's 21st. I'm not planning on staying for too long, though, because I'm going to try out a church tomorrow. Word up to the UCC! Until we meet again, adiós!

-- Chubby Bunny

The Newness of Everything

I seriously fail to understand the point behind this Webdings font. For those of you that don't know what Webdings looks like, here's an example:

Welcome to my blog!

Why -- out of hundreds of other perfectly interesting fonts -- has Blogspot decided to place the most incomprehensible one as a possible default setting? It just doesn't make any sense to me. What makes Webdings special? Who invented Webdings? Does anyone even know how to read Webdings*? Ten points and glory go to anyone with answers.

Anyway...

Welcome family, friends, and random readers! My name is "Chubby Bunny," and I'm gong to attempt to maintain a chronicle of this time that I will spend in a far away galaxy known as "college." For security purposes, I will be blogging under this pseudonym and keeping the location of my school on the down low, but please feel free to leave a comment or a suggestion for my improvement. I'd like to think of myself as an aspiring writer, but, paradoxically, I also think that I suck at writing. (I'm sort of a complicated person, but who isn't?) Either way, this blog promises to be filled with my daily wanderings, brain farts, and various other eccentricities. If you're not interested in reading, don't. If you are, please continue and enjoy!

So far, college has been quite an experience. I'm living in the dorms on campus, and they actually aren't as bad as they're portrayed to be. Even though the community bathrooms are a little freaky and having only a teensy tiny amount of personal space can be rough, it's not that horrible. My bed is extra long and comfortable enough for me to get ~9 hours of sleep every night. Facebook connects me to people back home, and, thanks to my gracious roommate, I even have ice! Oh, sweet ice. My classes are interesting, although pursuing a degree in liberal arts requires that I read virtually all the time. It can be exhausting, but it's also proven to be fun. I've learned all about Socrates and the Socratic method, ancient Greece, and modern democracy. I feel like I'm getting more out of these lectures than I ever got out of high school, which is definitely a change for the better. I've also joined the University Democrats and intend on pursuing a few other extracurriculars. Life is pretty good.

On the other hand, though, I have dealt with a hearty share of homesickness. My university is approximately 600 miles away from home, and only one of my closer friends comes here. I've spent many a meal eating alone, immersed in the latest book that I have to read in time for classes the next day. In all honesty, I don't mind eating alone as much as others, but I do get tired of spilling food on books that I hope to sell back online. It hasn't been the easiest transition in the world, but I'm adjusting. Ironically, even though I live away from my parents, it's as if they're still here, nagging me to get up or go eat or work out. I'm building a schedule for myself. It would make mommy proud.

One of my biggest complaints about university life is that it is ridiculously expensive. NOTHING on this campus is free! Want to eat lunch in the school cafeteria? Want to join an organization? Want to walk down the street without being hit by a rogue bicyclist? It'll hafta cost ya, sorry. Sheesh, you'd think they've plundered enough money from me just to pay for housing and tuition! (I'm also very much a cheapskate, so even the smallest of expenditures makes me want to pee in my pants. Eventually, I'll get over it. I hope.)

With all that said, I'm off to go for some of my own plundering. There's allegedly free food and t-shirts at the Queer Students' Alliance Carnival tonight, so I'm going to hit it up. Maybe I'll meet a few interesting people! Au revoir, friends. Until next time, and thanks for stopping by.

-- Chubby Bunny

* Incidentally, the opening to this post was not intended to insult any Webdings enthusiasts out there. Whoever y'all are, you're awesome. In my books, knowing Webdings is like knowing binary code: impossibly useless outside the world of computers but cool nonetheless. Props. :)