Curfew... say what???

Alas the curfews' have set in. While riding home with Pat today from seeing Fast Five for the SECOND time (which was just as good as the first), I get a text from my mother asking when I am going to be home and telling me not to say 1 a.m. again because that's too late. Seeing that I am 19, have no current job or other obligations, aced all my classes this past semester, and haven't been using my parents cars I have no idea why my father still insists on me being home ridiculously early. It's not like I have things to wake up for the next morning. If I did I would wake up for them. *Sighs* Somethings never change, and I'm thinking an over protective father is one of them.

I have been cleaning my room for the past few hours. Cleaning my room is a process. A process from which I am now taking a break from. Now as an English major I am well aware that I should not have ended that sentence with a preposition, however, as a college student home from the summer with an awfully large headache I do not wish to re-word.

Now back to that room cleaning... I not only have to pick up what is currently in my room but I also have to put all of my stuff that my mother conveniently moved into the hall back into my room. So you can appreciate the magnanimity of this task pictures are posted below. Sorry for the low quality, the flash on my phone is horrid. I tried to tell my mother that if she hadn't moved everything out of my room in the first place I wouldn't be getting yelled at to put it all back in, but she didn't feel like it was her fault as much as I did. Oh well...
My room:

 The stuff that needs to be put back in it thanks to mum

 My pride and joy: --I'm really impressed with myself and yes that's a window--

A bientot!

Well didn't seem nearly as hard as you make it out to be.

To my relief I have ended my first year of college on a rather good note. I have achieved all A's this past semester ending my spring 2011 semester with a GPA of 3.94. WOO. Go me!!!


Now back in dreary old Friendswood I am settling back into life with my parents. I am exceedingly happy that they have not started texting me every 30 minutes when I'm out with my friends, but I figure it will come eventually. At first I was annoyed at being home; specifically because my mom decided to paint my furniture blue. And I really dug the lime green :) But since then I have gotten over that little trifle.


I've spent most of time home split between showing Leo around/ taking her home as well as filling out job applications for the summer. My ideal summer job would most definitely be working at the book store. But I guess then I would spend most of my paycheck there as well. I am really not holding out for that job either. I'm betting that I'll end up at Cinemark with the rest of the forsaken job hunters, but I look at it this way: 40 hours a week+free movies= making bank. And making bank means I get enough to buy a car this summer! Which is by far my main goal. 


I really don't have much to say and I feel like I definitely started this blog at an awkward time. Entries during the summer will be few and far between but I'll get back into the whack of things once I go back to Barry. My 18 credit hours next semester will be keeping me very busy so my computer will become my best friend again. 

Geography... Who Knew Asia was a Continent?

Today, while sitting down to enjoy (I use the word "enjoy" very loosely here) lunch in our lovely school cafeteria, my friends of the feminine persuasion and I ended upon  the topic of geography. It all started with my one friend telling me to teach her phrases in French. Since my French is elementary at best I would ask her a question, she would respond in Spanish, and our other friend would translate to English. Eventually, my friend decided to ask about some countries in Europe.


First question:
England is a country in Europe right? And it's part of the United Kingdom? 
Answer: 
Yea, England, Scotland, and Ireland are on the island that makes up the UK.


My friends were both completely startled at the fact that England was on an island. They then preceded to ask, "What about Great Britain?" To which I patiently explained was simply an outdated term for England, and that they were essentially the same thing. We then moved on to more exciting geographical specifics including: naming all 7 continents, listing several European countries, agreeing on the position of Turkey, concluding that India was indeed a part of Asia and below China, Vatican City was technically its own "district" sort of like Washington D.C. but not part of a larger country, and Australia was both a country and continent.


By far the best part of the conversation was when I was prompted by my friends to explain the following:
Statement 1:
And Italy is in Spain.
Response 1:
Italy is its own country.
Question 2:
Well, what about Rome?
Answer:
Rome is the capital of Italy...


I'm sure some of you have found this mildly entertaining, and I assure you, I did as well. But if you think about it my friends and I are all college freshman. Which means we're above the age of 18. Don't most people learn basic geography in elementary school? This is a problem people. And if you thought any of the same things as my friends above, or are unsure of the placement of countries, continents, or islands please refer to an atlas. Or for you lazy bums out there I've provided a fancy little link to a political world map :)


Link---> These are the continents, that contain countries, which have cities in them

à bientôt!

Hey There

I'm currently sitting in the game room of my ever beautiful (but totally broken down and ancient) dorm hall. It's the last Monday of my freshman year of college and I SHOULD be finishing up that six page English paper I've been saving for a rainy day. Unfortunately, it's due tomorrow and it hasn't down poured in a few days, even though I live in Florida and it rains around 3 p.m. every afternoon. I'm absolutely ecstatic to be home for the summer. Friendswood is quite possibly one of the dullest places in the continental U.S. with nothing but the high school and just about every fast food place on the planet, but it also happens to be, I think, one of my favorites. And it's really only about a half hour away from downtown Houston and Galveston. Galveston waters may not be the prettiest in the world, but hey! it's still the beach. :) Plus, I dig the whole small town can't walk down the street without seeing someone you know thing. But then again, everyone drives in Friendswood, if you're over the age of 14 and you walk places people stare at you wide-eyed. In attempts to actually finish my final paper, I'm going to cut this blog short. Until next time: Stay Classy.