Stumbling

I have a new addiction. Thankfully it's a fairly safe addiction unless, of course it's exam time, in which case I'm miserable regardless. 

StumbleUpon. People are absolutely genius. There are so many arguments you can make for and against the rise of social media websites. Although, one can argue that their sudden immense popularity has significantly pooped on stagnated human interaction, it has also connected us on a different level. If you haven't visited StumbleUpon yet, you most definitely should give it a try. Don't have time? Try doing it right before you check your Facebook for the 5th time that day...chances are Sam is out of the shower an Kelly's dog is feeling better. Totally separate issue, but what is it about putting your WHOLE life in your Facebook status? Please, tell me. Is the way you wake up or eat breakfast significantly different from everyone else that you feel the urge to notify us? God forbid I've been doing it wrong this whole time.  No one and I really mean NO ONE wants to know. Infact, my life would significantly improve if I knew less about your personal life. Oh! You also do not have haters...people probably just don't like you and that's probably  directly connected with the stupid pictures you post along with the offensive/stupid captions. You are single handedly polluting Facebook, STOP IT!

Anyways, back to the interesting people around the world. Once you select your "interests" all you have to do is Stumble. The site will dig up websites that fit your interests. I now have a shit load of Bookmarks of things I have stumbled upon. I have become that annoying girl who walks around constantly showing everyone interesting links, paintings, places around the world, interesting food, etc. That's better than updating my status about how much I love my turtle (I have no idea why I just picked that but it seems random enough). 

Give it a shot. You won't regret it.

 http://www.stumbleupon.com/home

In other news, I'm taking my ass back to art class on Friday. I've been dying to go back. Plus, I hate going out in the winter time. Getting gall dressed up, taking a 60 dollar cab downtown, waiting in the line...in the cold, paying cover, paying for bottles, paying to get home and being exhausted the next day? Noooooo, thanks. I should probably add the inevitable event where a friend drinks too much and your night out turns into a mission of getting them home. Did I already say no thanks? So art class Fridays it is. I need to figure out what I want to paint though which is always such a difficulty since I am the world's most undeceive person. I may end up painting one of the ones below...or a picture from my recent vacation. Decisions, decisions, decisions. 

Okay, times up! I have class starting in exactly 12 minutes and I am still sipping on my coffee at Starbucks. In all honesty, I'll probably end up reading the Hunger Games which I am not really a fan of. It's definitely aimed at young teens which translates into being slightly boring and PG. But I'm on the third book and the idea of not finishing the series bothers me more than finishing it. Weird, I know.

Ciao for now! 

Good Morning!

I've been MIA and if we're being honest, I don't even have a legitimate reason. 

I haven't been cooking, or doing anything of any excitement recently so this post will be one of those posts where I just vent about everything. Let's get started, shall we?

After returning from Punta Canada, I got sick. Sick from facing the fact that I am now forced to wear boots and jackets as opposed to bathing suits and flip flops. But also in the literal sense as in I had a fever. During this lovely time of feeling like shit, I watched a total of 5 movies. FIVE. Wedding Crashers, Goldmember, Devil Wears Prada, Sex and the City and one more...damn it, I forget. Anyways, that's not important. What is important, however; is that I stayed in my room the whole weekend NOT to pass on my nasty germs onto the rest of the family and what ended up happening? EVERYONE in my family is now sick. I take no responsibility. 

I am now back to school which is....great (not). Not only did I miss an entire week due to the wedding vacation BUT I also came home to a half completed schedule. Therefore, instead of being enrolled in 4 courses for the semester like a normal student, I was only enrolled in 2. Welcome anxiety. The first class I attended was my Business Statistics class which, I immediately dropped while physically sitting in the lecture. The professor was an EXACT copy of the little gay Asian mafiosi from The Hangover but with a much heavier accent. I mean that in the least offensive way possible. I couldn't even get mad at him because he was so cute but completely unbearable...especially for a class like Statistics (snooooze). Whatever, one thing led to another and VOILA! I am not a full-time student, minus the anxiety and stress and special profs. 

OH! I forgot to mention that one of my best friends is leaving me for Australia for six months on Tuesday. How fabulous?! Stupid, stupid, stupid Kangaroos.

What else, what else...I have a few complaints about these idiotic human beings that surround me on a daily basis but that'll spiral into a fairly long post and I have a Event Management class starting in 5 minutes so that will not be happening (today). 

So in conclusion...I want to be back on the beach with zero worries...but I am not. I am in class.

Ciao for now.