Stickers, Snow, Suicidal CSers, and Signatures

The dent in my closet door (that I made when I fell) is now covered by a lovely green sticker that says OBAMA. Whatever that means.

subject CHANGE.

Today it snowed for the first time.

I was thinking of taking pictures of it, but I thought about it, and came to the conclusion that snow isn’t all that great to look at. A snowglobe suffices for that. Or if you want to be creative (and if you’re patient and not a girl…we like hygiene) you could just not take a shower for a week, and shake your head.

So, instead of pictures of utterly generic snowy scenery, I took pictures of what I think truly captures the essence of the students here.

Here is an utterly boring stairwell…but not quite.

wow the beginnings of a poem. exciting

oh nevermind it’s nerd related stuff. how typical of cmu.

remember the many flights of stairs in the first picture?

har har. Welcome to CMU…or specifically the CS building. Now the poem makes even more sense.

Anyways, to end this post on a happy note (notice same guy from the last post in the middle),

Read this to cancel out the happiness you get from the photo (highlight below):

1 child dies every 3 seconds.

: ( I think I’ll go sit in a corner and stare at the wall now.

…or not quite yet. I’ve decided to end every post with a picture of him. Like a signature. Gives you something to look forward to. At least I do. hah. k later. the wall is calling to me.

Now you see a different side of me yeah?

Yesterday, I leaned too far back in my chair and completely toppled over into the closet.Thank goodness the good Lord gave me a skull, otherwise my head would look worse than the door. Funnily, I found out today the closet door now works better than ever. Looks more interesting than ever too. How oddly weird.

Anyways, now I leave you pictures of my future husband… I wish.

and my favorite…

hahaha. gotta love the face.

No Inspiration

I’ll blog once I figure out this riddle ( so maybe I’ll blog never. )

There is a row of five houses, each having a different color. In these houses live five people of various nationalities. Each of them nurtures a different beast, likes different drinks and smokes different brand of cigars.

1. The Brit lives in the Red house.
2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3. The Dane drinks tea.
4. The Green house is on the left of the White house.
5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.
6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk.
9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13. The German smokes Prince.
14. The Norwegian lives next to the Blue house.
15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

Who has fish at home?

If you look up the answer I will kick you

‘Twas whispered in Heaven, ’twas muttered in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth ’twas permitted to rest,
And in the depths of the ocean its presence confes’d;
‘Twill be found in the sphere when ’tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
‘Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
Presides o’er his happiness, honor and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser ’tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e’er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
‘Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
Ah! Breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
–Catherine Maria Fanshawe (1765-1834)

If you guess this right, you are a genius.

Or a freaking cheater.

EDIT: (Highlight below for answer)

The letter “h”. tricky.

What made my day.

So you may not know, but CMU has an eyesore called “Walking to the sky”. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…all I know is I like CMU’s motto “My heart is in the work” a lot more. However, today this creepy gathering of mannequins was made prettier because there was a little Indian boy, around 5 or 6 years old, making out with the red sweatered statue.

I’m dying of laughter. help me.

Because I like riddles.

I have no motivation or inspiration from CMU to write a blog post, but I feel like if I don’t, this blog’s going die. So whenever I don’t have any inspiration, I’m just going to post a riddle or riddles. Feel free to guess or just wait till tomorrow for the answer.

Sharon (floormate) : A man was walking in the jungle when he was ambushed by a tribe of cannibals. They capture him and tell him “We’ll let you go free if you tell us one thing that is neither a truth or a lie. However, If it’s a truth, we’ll fry you, and if it’s a lie, we’ll boil you.” After a while, the man was set free. What did the man say? Edit: (Highlight below for answer)

I’m going to be boiled

Who’s Obama again?

Apparently, I am the only person at CMU who is politically apathetic/stupid.To prove this point I’m going to use conversations because they tend to…uh…I don’t know. words in ( ) are added by me.

A few weeks ago in my world history class…

Teacher: How do you get your news?

some kid: I have a (freaking) toolbar on my desktop that displays top articles from different newspapers

some other kid: I grab a (freaking) newspaper on the way to class.

some other other kid: My (freaking) web browser page is the (freaking) New York Times.

In conclusion, everyone in the class named a (freaking) way they got their news, except for me because…I don’t read the news. Which is why I did not know about this…

Teacher: So who is watching the debate?

some kid: I AM! we’re having a (freaking) debate watching party in (freaking) doherty hall at 9! there will be free food!

some other kid: sweet.

me (thinking): what in the world are they talking about.

took me 15 minutes into the conversation to realize they were talking about the presidential debate…because you know, they have those before voting day. Speaking of the voting day…

some random kid on the sidewalk: hey are you registered to vote? it’ll only take a minute

me: uh…I won’t be old enough.

A few days later…

me: when’s voting day again?

floormate: Oh. it’s on November 4th

So I thought it was on November 2nd, because that’s what it was….a FREAKING four years ago. Why is it that I retain such pointless knowledge? All the important stuff gets pushed out.

Anyways, I ended up registering to vote because my floormate asked me to. She said I could vote for God if I wanted to, but she also said, “if you’re going to just bs your vote, you might as well, you know, just close your eyes, and just randomly pick…Obama”. harhar.

Sinister Lions

These are lion statues that stand in front of a frat house. Pretty innocent right?

not really.

There’s a rumor that every time the lions are spray painted white, that means someone in the fraternity took away a girl’s virginity. how messed up is that.

Pittsburgh is a female (a.k.a. I have nothing interesting to write about besides the weather)

Isn’t the weather the safest topic though? (Not the vaguely dissing girls part. but I’m a girl so I can if I want to.) I must have talked about the weather with every single person I met during orientation week. I had been told so many times how crappy Pittsburg weather is during that week, that I almost believed that it’d start snowing in September.

But the truth is, it’s not quite that bad. Though sometimes it feels like Pittsburgh is PMSing ( bipolar temperatures, random drizzles and holy-crap-the-sky-is-crying-like-a-mother days, trees turning from green to brown in a matter of days, angry winds that freeze your eyeballs…and not being able to feel your fingers, your toes, your face…wait do I have a face?). Freakishly, in one day, she went from 68 degrees to 48 degrees. Even the sun is subjected to her (ouch whiplash). It can be a perfectly sunny day…and a freaking 50 degrees. tricky.

However, it hasn’t started snowing yet, and probably won’t for awhile, so it’s not quite so bad…or not quite so good since there is a freaking hill in the middle of our campus that ends at the tennis courts, so people sled and smash into the chain link fence around the tennis courts. It’s going be terribly awesome.

But anyways, It’s shocking experiencing actual seasons as a Californian. It’s like California is a robot. no emotions at all. If I was color blind, I wouldn’t be able to tell Spring from Fall back at home.

So as a result, I can’t wait till winter.