I made a realization today. After having one of the CAs (Terrance. His name's like a swear word.) asked me how I was able to tolerate Hot Canadian Bacon for longer than ten, fifteen minutes, I realized that HCB actually fits in quite well with my family. In fact, my family makes him pretty damn normal compared to them, lol. That would explain a lot, actually......
So to make HCB happy, I like to draw the Canadian flag next to his name. If I don't do it, he does it himself. But anyways, Laurel erased it last night and drew an American flag next to it with (temporary till he harasses someone) underneath it. It was actually quite amusing. But it was gone this morning, so I drew the Canadian flag again. :3
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
One Thing at a Time
Ohhh boy. Today was an interesting day. Besides the fact that I went to bed at 4:30 am working on compiling our group paper, I ended up procrastinating through most of the afternoon on it. I did get it done....around 10:30 tonight. And the other thing is, the Internet completely died at around 3 pm this afternoon. The only thing we were able to access was the USD website and our email, but any other outside sources? Nope. So when it came to turning in the paper, we were fucked because we had to use an outside source to turn it in. Well then! My solution was to email it to my Honors advisor, because he's one of the three professors we have in the class. He'll know which professor is actually responsible for grading it, and I at least made an effort to turn it in to someone, somehow.
Hot Canadian Bacon and us have started planning for Halloween already today. He's originally planned to be the Mad Hatter, but today he decided he's going to choose between that and Tony Stark. Problem is, Tony Stark would be too damn easy for him, why not make it interesting. We voted Mad Hatter, so then at around dinnertime we began a mental roster of who's who. It's a pretty elaborate plan actually, and as I claimed Alice, I'm on the lookout for some pretty sweet outfits....most likely will turn to Spirit Halloween or Amazon.com though, bahaha!
Probably this one, though: http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/alice-womens-costume/
Then later in the night, Laurel and Michelle started giving HCB crap for finding a girl. Blonde, tall enough for him, and most definitely 21, all traits he says he wants, although if she's the girl who can't tell the difference between know and no, then she's out. He got pretty pissed at them though and was adamant that it was all social, not a prospect, lulz. I'm inclined to believe him, because if it were serious, he'd tell someone, most likely me. That someone who knew the earliest was Dillon, and he's one of the CAs that gives HCB the most crap about being Canadian, so bad call there. Dillon would be the first to throw any and all information out there to use against him. Pffft.
I don't know why he puts up with it all sometimes, lol. He still insisted on coming out to the front desk somewhere around 1:30, which is normal, but with the way the others were making jabs at him...well then. I was surprisingly quiet compared to the rest of them tonight, too. Usually I'm one of the first to come up with a good one-liner, but meh, the rest were doing a pretty good job, no need to add more to the fire. I thought he had mumbled something about me being his new favorite when they were all trying to get information on the blonde girl, but I wasn't paying attention close enough to actually confirm that.
Does it honestly matter? Not really. With all the jabs made that Sarah's the first one he'd marry for American citizenship, they've made it clear it's a joke. Sarah wouldn't go for it, nope nope. And if the tall blonde wasn't an indication, well.....yup. That's how it'll be.
Mehh. I have a test at 9 am and I've barely had a chance to study. I also have to find time to shower. Yay for four hours of sleep tonight?
Hot Canadian Bacon and us have started planning for Halloween already today. He's originally planned to be the Mad Hatter, but today he decided he's going to choose between that and Tony Stark. Problem is, Tony Stark would be too damn easy for him, why not make it interesting. We voted Mad Hatter, so then at around dinnertime we began a mental roster of who's who. It's a pretty elaborate plan actually, and as I claimed Alice, I'm on the lookout for some pretty sweet outfits....most likely will turn to Spirit Halloween or Amazon.com though, bahaha!
Probably this one, though: http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/alice-womens-costume/
Then later in the night, Laurel and Michelle started giving HCB crap for finding a girl. Blonde, tall enough for him, and most definitely 21, all traits he says he wants, although if she's the girl who can't tell the difference between know and no, then she's out. He got pretty pissed at them though and was adamant that it was all social, not a prospect, lulz. I'm inclined to believe him, because if it were serious, he'd tell someone, most likely me. That someone who knew the earliest was Dillon, and he's one of the CAs that gives HCB the most crap about being Canadian, so bad call there. Dillon would be the first to throw any and all information out there to use against him. Pffft.
I don't know why he puts up with it all sometimes, lol. He still insisted on coming out to the front desk somewhere around 1:30, which is normal, but with the way the others were making jabs at him...well then. I was surprisingly quiet compared to the rest of them tonight, too. Usually I'm one of the first to come up with a good one-liner, but meh, the rest were doing a pretty good job, no need to add more to the fire. I thought he had mumbled something about me being his new favorite when they were all trying to get information on the blonde girl, but I wasn't paying attention close enough to actually confirm that.
Does it honestly matter? Not really. With all the jabs made that Sarah's the first one he'd marry for American citizenship, they've made it clear it's a joke. Sarah wouldn't go for it, nope nope. And if the tall blonde wasn't an indication, well.....yup. That's how it'll be.
Mehh. I have a test at 9 am and I've barely had a chance to study. I also have to find time to shower. Yay for four hours of sleep tonight?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Food Addiction, I Haz It
I have issues with food, I think. Earlier today I had the thought "Hey, I wanna go to Burger King and order more food than I normally do tonight." So at 7, I went to Burger King and ordered a medium combo of the BK Doublestacker, then added a 6 pc. chicken fries to the list. And yes, I finished it all, and it was glorious.
Meanwhile, Hot Canadian Bacon was in his apartment making steak and bacon, and everyone knew it. Anyone who walked through Beede's entrance could smell it. And I didn't get any bacon.... :(
But no matter, because Brookney came back from SuFu with leftover ravioli from Olive Garden! It smelled absolutely glorious....and I'm having some now, just before 1 am. The rest will be saved for tomorrow or something.
Then again, HCB said he's having the leftover steak for breakfast....but he didn't say anything about the bacon in the morning. But with the way I've been eating the past 6 hours or so, I may not have the capacity for steak. BUT, it was made by HCB.....and he's a pretty fucking good cook. A couple days ago he was making sausage and potatoes and a bunch of other crap, and we told him he had to share. Or maybe I did, I don't remember. Either way, he came out with a bowl of sausage for Kacee and I, and holy shit was it good. D:
He told me that I'm easily bought off with food, and I think he may be right. >.>
Meanwhile, Hot Canadian Bacon was in his apartment making steak and bacon, and everyone knew it. Anyone who walked through Beede's entrance could smell it. And I didn't get any bacon.... :(
But no matter, because Brookney came back from SuFu with leftover ravioli from Olive Garden! It smelled absolutely glorious....and I'm having some now, just before 1 am. The rest will be saved for tomorrow or something.
Then again, HCB said he's having the leftover steak for breakfast....but he didn't say anything about the bacon in the morning. But with the way I've been eating the past 6 hours or so, I may not have the capacity for steak. BUT, it was made by HCB.....and he's a pretty fucking good cook. A couple days ago he was making sausage and potatoes and a bunch of other crap, and we told him he had to share. Or maybe I did, I don't remember. Either way, he came out with a bowl of sausage for Kacee and I, and holy shit was it good. D:
He told me that I'm easily bought off with food, and I think he may be right. >.>
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Yay Friday?
I've no idea where to start now....
Well to start, I don't know whether to close up the front desk or not because Laurel and Jessie aren't back from duty rounds. And Laurel kind of forgot her keys next to mine, sooo she's going to need those to get back to her room. Hmmm...
Also, HCB's got issues with the Wall Street Journal not knowing how the fuck to deliver the paper through the mail. Some guy delivers it by hand and he insists on doing it at 3 in the morning. WTF?
For some reason, 12:15 am turned out to be a very busy time. At that moment, I had a group of kids come inside, one of the individuals being a kid that went to my high school named Tommy. And he felt the need to tell me that if I wasn't a CA, he would ask me for my number......flattered, but just a little creeped out by that. >.>
Then one of the girls that was with Tommy had to ask me who HCB was (his name was on the duty board), and then she went to tell me that she had left her phone number on the windshield of his car once. In front of her, I just went "Ahhh..." and nodded. When she was past the mailboxes, I swore to myself OMFG and texted HCB that I had found his mysterious Christine girl from Vermillion. After putting my ninja sleuthing skills to use, I found her on Facebook and showed her to HCB. He was more confused because he'd never seen her before in his life. But at least she's on 3rd floor Olson, so she's on the other side of the building.
It's now raining outside. Just so you know.
Now the thing was, I texted about Christine as soon as I was able...which was a couple minutes after the fact, because I had two residents that had to tell me about TKE getting busted and a girl falling off the balcony of another house. So now TKE's been busted, Delt is in trouble for a girl falling off the balcony of their building, and that girl who fell and cracked her head? She was an Alpha Phi. She's fine, even though they had to fly her to SuFu to take CT scans. Long story short, this was a shitty night for the Greek houses.
Now to backtrack, earlier in the night I was playing Pandora and enjoying the 80s night I was having at the front desk. Normally I don't work this shift, I was just covering for Michelle. But HCB came back from bowling with his best friend Chris, and that was amusing. Chris tried to give me a hard time about playing 80s music when I was born in '91, but I just laughed it off. He also didn't understand half of what I was saying, but meh, I was tired. HCB finally talked him into going into his apartment to watch a movie or something, then ditched him to tell me that Chris was wasted. Like that wasn't too obvious, bahaha!
However, I did like the gesture of coming back out just to talk to meh. We started talking about bowling and stuffs. And yeah, he smelled fantastic tonight, and it taunted me for a while after he left....stupid cologne. >.>
He came back out again 5 minutes later to tell me Chris passed out on the floor. I laughed for a while after that. :P
HCB came out quite a bit tonight, which was fun. Between us and Laurel and Jessie, we talked about lots of interesting stuff. Then my Internet shit out on me, so I had to restart it, and HCB was quite intrigued by my desktop wallpaper of my Rafael. Sooo we spent about 5 minutes on Rafael pictures....which had the potential to be awkward. Especially when HCB makes the comment "Holy crap, who was that? He was fucking hot..."
/facepalm.
Dave from the Ritchie building had to give me shit today, too. He not only teased me for wearing a denim jacket with denim jeans (ahem, my shirt and knee-high boots were black and coordinated well, thank you very much), but he called my jacket a Canadian jacket. Pffft....ah well, at least HCB liked my boots.
Then meanwhile, HCB had to make photocopies of all the room condition checklists. He could've made all of his staff kids do it, but noooo, he had to be awesome and photocopy them for everyone. So the least I could do was just three-hole punch them. But nooooo, my own hall director Kristi didn't want me doing their 'work'. So I said fuck it, told HCB what Kristi said, and did it anyway. I got a thank you out of the deal, then went to Dairy Queen with Jessie and Kristi, lulz.
Anything else that happened....well, I did get to visit with Josh tonight, he's apparently visiting for the weekend. Yay Sami for not completely ditching him, and double yay for him not killing himself? Yeah...I don't even know anymore.
Drunk kids are amusing, but only to a point. :/
Well to start, I don't know whether to close up the front desk or not because Laurel and Jessie aren't back from duty rounds. And Laurel kind of forgot her keys next to mine, sooo she's going to need those to get back to her room. Hmmm...
Also, HCB's got issues with the Wall Street Journal not knowing how the fuck to deliver the paper through the mail. Some guy delivers it by hand and he insists on doing it at 3 in the morning. WTF?
For some reason, 12:15 am turned out to be a very busy time. At that moment, I had a group of kids come inside, one of the individuals being a kid that went to my high school named Tommy. And he felt the need to tell me that if I wasn't a CA, he would ask me for my number......flattered, but just a little creeped out by that. >.>
Then one of the girls that was with Tommy had to ask me who HCB was (his name was on the duty board), and then she went to tell me that she had left her phone number on the windshield of his car once. In front of her, I just went "Ahhh..." and nodded. When she was past the mailboxes, I swore to myself OMFG and texted HCB that I had found his mysterious Christine girl from Vermillion. After putting my ninja sleuthing skills to use, I found her on Facebook and showed her to HCB. He was more confused because he'd never seen her before in his life. But at least she's on 3rd floor Olson, so she's on the other side of the building.
It's now raining outside. Just so you know.
Now the thing was, I texted about Christine as soon as I was able...which was a couple minutes after the fact, because I had two residents that had to tell me about TKE getting busted and a girl falling off the balcony of another house. So now TKE's been busted, Delt is in trouble for a girl falling off the balcony of their building, and that girl who fell and cracked her head? She was an Alpha Phi. She's fine, even though they had to fly her to SuFu to take CT scans. Long story short, this was a shitty night for the Greek houses.
Now to backtrack, earlier in the night I was playing Pandora and enjoying the 80s night I was having at the front desk. Normally I don't work this shift, I was just covering for Michelle. But HCB came back from bowling with his best friend Chris, and that was amusing. Chris tried to give me a hard time about playing 80s music when I was born in '91, but I just laughed it off. He also didn't understand half of what I was saying, but meh, I was tired. HCB finally talked him into going into his apartment to watch a movie or something, then ditched him to tell me that Chris was wasted. Like that wasn't too obvious, bahaha!
However, I did like the gesture of coming back out just to talk to meh. We started talking about bowling and stuffs. And yeah, he smelled fantastic tonight, and it taunted me for a while after he left....stupid cologne. >.>
He came back out again 5 minutes later to tell me Chris passed out on the floor. I laughed for a while after that. :P
HCB came out quite a bit tonight, which was fun. Between us and Laurel and Jessie, we talked about lots of interesting stuff. Then my Internet shit out on me, so I had to restart it, and HCB was quite intrigued by my desktop wallpaper of my Rafael. Sooo we spent about 5 minutes on Rafael pictures....which had the potential to be awkward. Especially when HCB makes the comment "Holy crap, who was that? He was fucking hot..."
/facepalm.
Dave from the Ritchie building had to give me shit today, too. He not only teased me for wearing a denim jacket with denim jeans (ahem, my shirt and knee-high boots were black and coordinated well, thank you very much), but he called my jacket a Canadian jacket. Pffft....ah well, at least HCB liked my boots.
Then meanwhile, HCB had to make photocopies of all the room condition checklists. He could've made all of his staff kids do it, but noooo, he had to be awesome and photocopy them for everyone. So the least I could do was just three-hole punch them. But nooooo, my own hall director Kristi didn't want me doing their 'work'. So I said fuck it, told HCB what Kristi said, and did it anyway. I got a thank you out of the deal, then went to Dairy Queen with Jessie and Kristi, lulz.
Anything else that happened....well, I did get to visit with Josh tonight, he's apparently visiting for the weekend. Yay Sami for not completely ditching him, and double yay for him not killing himself? Yeah...I don't even know anymore.
Drunk kids are amusing, but only to a point. :/
Monday, September 20, 2010
I Shouldn't Be Mentoring...?
Quote of the day: "You have mentees? And I thought it was bad that HCB had mentees..."
FML. Apparently I'm a worse candidate for being a mentor than HCB. And this, coming from the antisocial CA on 3rd Mickelson, Terrance. He then went on to make fun of me for my small size, saying I couldn't carry a couple packages to the other desk. Grrrr.....
But HCB's in a good mood today, he was singing in the office again. Terrance told him to stop singing, and I yelled from the mailroom that it was what he did, he won't stop. I got a "That's my girl!" out of the deal, so it made me happy.
On the other hand, he told Terrance that his job was to find HCB an American to marry. I think I've come up with a suitable response to that....now for the perfect moment to put it to use.
To add to this news, I'm about to get paid. I had a chance to go to the Volante office and help with making changes to the opinion articles while Frank added Overheards to the section. I then went back over, kept myself busy with meetings and stuff, and now am putting off more shit. I chilled with HCB's best friend Chris in the hall directors' office, which was fun. We sat there and bothered HCB as he tried to work. We then also talked about Mitchell a bunch, because the two of them went to Dakota Wesleyan before coming to USD.
However, the Mitchell connections explain a lot. The reason why HCB doesn't like the Vikings? Mitchell native Chad Greenway.....who would've thought? lulz
I also made him laugh earlier. He was once again targeting Sarah and I for possible marriage targets. Even though Sarah's the first in most cases. But the moment he looked at me and said "You're single, too..." I smiled and said "Hey, at least I'll be useful!"
He couldn't keep a straight face from that. :3
FML. Apparently I'm a worse candidate for being a mentor than HCB. And this, coming from the antisocial CA on 3rd Mickelson, Terrance. He then went on to make fun of me for my small size, saying I couldn't carry a couple packages to the other desk. Grrrr.....
But HCB's in a good mood today, he was singing in the office again. Terrance told him to stop singing, and I yelled from the mailroom that it was what he did, he won't stop. I got a "That's my girl!" out of the deal, so it made me happy.
On the other hand, he told Terrance that his job was to find HCB an American to marry. I think I've come up with a suitable response to that....now for the perfect moment to put it to use.
To add to this news, I'm about to get paid. I had a chance to go to the Volante office and help with making changes to the opinion articles while Frank added Overheards to the section. I then went back over, kept myself busy with meetings and stuff, and now am putting off more shit. I chilled with HCB's best friend Chris in the hall directors' office, which was fun. We sat there and bothered HCB as he tried to work. We then also talked about Mitchell a bunch, because the two of them went to Dakota Wesleyan before coming to USD.
However, the Mitchell connections explain a lot. The reason why HCB doesn't like the Vikings? Mitchell native Chad Greenway.....who would've thought? lulz
I also made him laugh earlier. He was once again targeting Sarah and I for possible marriage targets. Even though Sarah's the first in most cases. But the moment he looked at me and said "You're single, too..." I smiled and said "Hey, at least I'll be useful!"
He couldn't keep a straight face from that. :3
Meh.
Well I was going to start by going into how today had turned out, but I got distracted by Facebook. Apparently one of my high school friends is dating my guy Honors mentee. Amggg it's so cute!! :D
Also, Revolverheld has a new album and I'm tempted to order it from Amazon. Even though it'd cost $18. But the songs are really good.....damn.
Anyhow, this was how the day went. I finally got to bed at 4:20am. I wake up at 10:40. We're talking six hours of sleep here, and I had no reason to get up at that hour. I had a plan of sleeping past noon, that didn't happen! Grrrr...so a little after 11 I go downstairs, only to discover no one is at the front desk. As in no one showed up to open the desk up...oops. Kati forgot this morning, so Terrance had to do it when he showed up for his noon shift. Not a big deal, but since no one's said anything about it to the hall directors, we're gonna keep it on the down-low.
So I go back upstairs, hang for a little while, then go back down to the front desk for pretty much the remainder of the day. Long story short, my room was fucking COLD, and there were people around. I spent the time working on a paper, which I got done a lot sooner than the deadline compared to the other papers I turned in....well then. Meanwhile, my poor hall director was running around because DPS was in and out, literally running all over...no idea what was going on, and we found it amusing that all the other residents like to ask us if we know what's going on, which we don't. But anyways, I'm wondering if she's even had a chance to sleep int he past 24 hours or so.
Then the rest of the night was semi-chaotic. Not only was I on duty....again....but I also had CA class. Which meant that while I was over at the MUC for class, I had to find someone to cover for me while I was on duty. It turned out fine in the end because I got back in time for rounds, but now every other weekend I'll have to find someone to cover me for duty while I'm at class. Ugh....
Then HCB FINALLY got back late tonight, jet-lagged and all. And ahhhhhh, did he have stories to tell....To start, he didn't pay an immigration fee, so he had to pay for that before he left Toronto. He then was "randomly selected for a thorough screening". Aka, he was apparently randomly selected for a strip search. Fucking Canadians, bahaha! He went with the new x-ray scan, which wasn't much of a surprise. However, because of it he was about a hairbreadth away from missing the flight out. Then on top of those issues, he ALSO lost his ticket back to Sioux Falls. So he had to have them print him off a new ticket before he got back. He did look like hell when he got back... :/
Even more depressing, he won't be able to play hockey this year. His insurance would be $2,000 more if he did, so it's a no-go. He said he'll take that extra time and put it towards his American-wife-finding (thanks to the immigration plane hell he went through, he's extra adamant about marrying an American). But he's refined it to preferably over 21. Preferably being the key word, lulz. Pretty much, the whole crazy fiasco he just went through has left him crazy. He was having a hard time remembering who was even on his staff, let alone our other hall director. Which was why I was pretty much designated as assistant. He's had to ask me multiple times how many programs we have to do and he always forgets the event one, so he always ends up asking me.
I'm pretty sure I just existed to annoy him tonight, but he won't remember with the whole jet-lag. :3
Also, Revolverheld has a new album and I'm tempted to order it from Amazon. Even though it'd cost $18. But the songs are really good.....damn.
Anyhow, this was how the day went. I finally got to bed at 4:20am. I wake up at 10:40. We're talking six hours of sleep here, and I had no reason to get up at that hour. I had a plan of sleeping past noon, that didn't happen! Grrrr...so a little after 11 I go downstairs, only to discover no one is at the front desk. As in no one showed up to open the desk up...oops. Kati forgot this morning, so Terrance had to do it when he showed up for his noon shift. Not a big deal, but since no one's said anything about it to the hall directors, we're gonna keep it on the down-low.
So I go back upstairs, hang for a little while, then go back down to the front desk for pretty much the remainder of the day. Long story short, my room was fucking COLD, and there were people around. I spent the time working on a paper, which I got done a lot sooner than the deadline compared to the other papers I turned in....well then. Meanwhile, my poor hall director was running around because DPS was in and out, literally running all over...no idea what was going on, and we found it amusing that all the other residents like to ask us if we know what's going on, which we don't. But anyways, I'm wondering if she's even had a chance to sleep int he past 24 hours or so.
Then the rest of the night was semi-chaotic. Not only was I on duty....again....but I also had CA class. Which meant that while I was over at the MUC for class, I had to find someone to cover for me while I was on duty. It turned out fine in the end because I got back in time for rounds, but now every other weekend I'll have to find someone to cover me for duty while I'm at class. Ugh....
Then HCB FINALLY got back late tonight, jet-lagged and all. And ahhhhhh, did he have stories to tell....To start, he didn't pay an immigration fee, so he had to pay for that before he left Toronto. He then was "randomly selected for a thorough screening". Aka, he was apparently randomly selected for a strip search. Fucking Canadians, bahaha! He went with the new x-ray scan, which wasn't much of a surprise. However, because of it he was about a hairbreadth away from missing the flight out. Then on top of those issues, he ALSO lost his ticket back to Sioux Falls. So he had to have them print him off a new ticket before he got back. He did look like hell when he got back... :/
Even more depressing, he won't be able to play hockey this year. His insurance would be $2,000 more if he did, so it's a no-go. He said he'll take that extra time and put it towards his American-wife-finding (thanks to the immigration plane hell he went through, he's extra adamant about marrying an American). But he's refined it to preferably over 21. Preferably being the key word, lulz. Pretty much, the whole crazy fiasco he just went through has left him crazy. He was having a hard time remembering who was even on his staff, let alone our other hall director. Which was why I was pretty much designated as assistant. He's had to ask me multiple times how many programs we have to do and he always forgets the event one, so he always ends up asking me.
I'm pretty sure I just existed to annoy him tonight, but he won't remember with the whole jet-lag. :3
Sunday, September 19, 2010
AMGGGGG
Wow. Just wow. Freshmen drama that I actually comprehend? NO WAY.
All right, so I spend a good portion of the night at the front desk where all of the friendly drunk people are wandering in. Which is funny as it is, because at 12:30am already I was getting drunk phonecalls from my friend Adam. It's so amusing, but he lost his sweater and he's all sad about it. :P
So finally at around 2:50 I go back up to my floor. I walk in, and there's about three girls standing outside of the trouble door 401 (same girls who never returned the vacuum and left garbage in the hall). I go to my room, and there's Amanda (who's probably one of my favorites, don't let anyone know I have favorites) crying near my door and talking with one of the guys. Now first I'm freaking out because I'm worried as to how long she'd been there if she had needed me, but all I did was I walked straight up to her and hugged her.
Then I gave her another two or three hugs to make her feel better, then we started chatting it up. It was quite the bonding experience. But anyhow, everyone was upset because vacuum-fail Sami is having boyfriend issues. Long story short, Sami's retarded and is cheating on her boyfriend Josh, and he just found out tonight. So he had threatened to kill himself, and Sami's all crying over it as they talk on some ichat. Amanda's crying because she had a friend who killed himself and does NOT want anyone to repeat that experience. The shitty thing is, I went to school with Josh. More specifically, I was in the same class as him in elementary school--as in we were in the combination class of 4th and 5th graders. Josh was 4th grade, I was 5th grade. It was weird.
And now this. Honestly, it's uncharacteristic of him, and is only supported by the whole threatening deal. If he were serious, he wouldn't have threatened with it. Not to mention he was the best damn cross country runner that SD has had in a LONG time. But I just feel very strange that I actually know who all is involved here? Holy crap.....
"Yeah, hayyyyy, remember me from elementary school? YEAH! Please don't kill yourself, it's just that your girlfriend is an immature bitch who can't return vacuums, much less remember how to keep her pants on. You're young and actually awesome at running, those two alone will get you women who won't cheat on you. YAYYY!"
:/
But no, seriously, Amanda said that Sami was too immature to realize that what she does is wrong, and I hadn't even had the chance to open my mouth yet. Yes, she is awesome.
(Sorry, this is actually quite a serious post, but COME ON......I'm not a dramatic person as it is; it feels weird getting so close to it with freaking elementary school classmates.)
Do I dare even go into when I followed the other duty CAs Ashleigh and Matt on their outside rounds check and found that 1st Olson's corner room had vodka in it? Oh yeah....not to mention they had underage high school kids there. Good job kids!! You've now been dealt a dose of reality. Even when we're not technically on rounds anymore, we'll still bust your ass. Also, close your fucking door. And don't be loud, being loud makes the drunken stupor even more obvious. What's hilarious is how there are freshmen who hate the repercussions of drinking, but they do it anyway. When it's rare, I totally get that, but come on....please don't die on me anyone, I enjoy your company too much. For the most part. :(
All right, so I spend a good portion of the night at the front desk where all of the friendly drunk people are wandering in. Which is funny as it is, because at 12:30am already I was getting drunk phonecalls from my friend Adam. It's so amusing, but he lost his sweater and he's all sad about it. :P
So finally at around 2:50 I go back up to my floor. I walk in, and there's about three girls standing outside of the trouble door 401 (same girls who never returned the vacuum and left garbage in the hall). I go to my room, and there's Amanda (who's probably one of my favorites, don't let anyone know I have favorites) crying near my door and talking with one of the guys. Now first I'm freaking out because I'm worried as to how long she'd been there if she had needed me, but all I did was I walked straight up to her and hugged her.
Then I gave her another two or three hugs to make her feel better, then we started chatting it up. It was quite the bonding experience. But anyhow, everyone was upset because vacuum-fail Sami is having boyfriend issues. Long story short, Sami's retarded and is cheating on her boyfriend Josh, and he just found out tonight. So he had threatened to kill himself, and Sami's all crying over it as they talk on some ichat. Amanda's crying because she had a friend who killed himself and does NOT want anyone to repeat that experience. The shitty thing is, I went to school with Josh. More specifically, I was in the same class as him in elementary school--as in we were in the combination class of 4th and 5th graders. Josh was 4th grade, I was 5th grade. It was weird.
And now this. Honestly, it's uncharacteristic of him, and is only supported by the whole threatening deal. If he were serious, he wouldn't have threatened with it. Not to mention he was the best damn cross country runner that SD has had in a LONG time. But I just feel very strange that I actually know who all is involved here? Holy crap.....
"Yeah, hayyyyy, remember me from elementary school? YEAH! Please don't kill yourself, it's just that your girlfriend is an immature bitch who can't return vacuums, much less remember how to keep her pants on. You're young and actually awesome at running, those two alone will get you women who won't cheat on you. YAYYY!"
:/
But no, seriously, Amanda said that Sami was too immature to realize that what she does is wrong, and I hadn't even had the chance to open my mouth yet. Yes, she is awesome.
(Sorry, this is actually quite a serious post, but COME ON......I'm not a dramatic person as it is; it feels weird getting so close to it with freaking elementary school classmates.)
Do I dare even go into when I followed the other duty CAs Ashleigh and Matt on their outside rounds check and found that 1st Olson's corner room had vodka in it? Oh yeah....not to mention they had underage high school kids there. Good job kids!! You've now been dealt a dose of reality. Even when we're not technically on rounds anymore, we'll still bust your ass. Also, close your fucking door. And don't be loud, being loud makes the drunken stupor even more obvious. What's hilarious is how there are freshmen who hate the repercussions of drinking, but they do it anyway. When it's rare, I totally get that, but come on....please don't die on me anyone, I enjoy your company too much. For the most part. :(
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Fuck I'm Bored.
I had a student come to me about a problem. His sister is staying here for the weekend, and she probably won't be able to get back to their home in Mobridge till Wednesday. The problem? She'll be missing school Monday & Tuesday.
Again I ask, the problem?
Uhh.......I've no clue. It's not like his sister CAN'T stay here, because 24 hour visitation has been approved. And it's not that big of a deal for him to miss school because all you have to do is email the professors saying you won't be in classes for that day.
Seriously, the problem was that his sister would be missing school, which I'm assuming was high school. And she's already missed a few days. Ahhh, what problem? It's purely advice, because there's nothing we can do about it, but has it ever occurred to him to I don't know....just take your sister back tomorrow, then she won't miss school? I mean, if you can't get her back in time, then there's really nothing much else you can do about it. You can't get her back, then she won't go back. If you can, them maybe she should go back. Plan, kids, plan!
Again I ask, the problem?
Uhh.......I've no clue. It's not like his sister CAN'T stay here, because 24 hour visitation has been approved. And it's not that big of a deal for him to miss school because all you have to do is email the professors saying you won't be in classes for that day.
Seriously, the problem was that his sister would be missing school, which I'm assuming was high school. And she's already missed a few days. Ahhh, what problem? It's purely advice, because there's nothing we can do about it, but has it ever occurred to him to I don't know....just take your sister back tomorrow, then she won't miss school? I mean, if you can't get her back in time, then there's really nothing much else you can do about it. You can't get her back, then she won't go back. If you can, them maybe she should go back. Plan, kids, plan!
So This Is What a Zoo Feels Like
It's Fall Open House today. Part of the open house is a tour of the campus. Which includes the North Complex. Because freshmen have to live here.
The reason why that beginning is so choppy? It's fucking CHAOS. We have groups that are pretty much lining up to check out the one showroom we have, then the Commons, then whatever else they feel like sharing. The hilarious part is that they've pretty much all decided to show up at the exact same time.
Pretty much.
Then on top of people walking by constantly, we didn't have anyone covering the front desk from noon to 2pm. I also have desk shifts from 2-6pm on these weekends, but I'm on duty for this weekend, so technically I shouldn't be working the desk. But I am anyways. And I'm covering noon to 2. Soooo I get to work from 12-6pm. YAY MONEY!
But Hot Canadian Bacon should be rejoicing that he was gone this weekend, much as he didn't want to go because it means spending time with his family....save for his brother, 'cause he loves his brother, but he doesn't like his bro's girlfriend/fiancee/whatever the hell she is. Mostly he went for the family face time and to drink, lulz. BUT, thanks to these open house tours, eeeeeeeveryone has to walk past his door to go to the showroom. So yay for not being around to hear nothing but people and/or walking out of it to find a dozen people standing in front of his door. He already is nervous about the freshmen since he had four freshmen just stroll right in when he left the door open just a little once.
Also, he has a magazine waiting for him here. He's missing out on his Maxim. BAHAHAHAHA!
It's quieter now, at least. The last of the groups have gone by, but it's freaking cold outside and I'm glad I'm inside. :3
The reason why that beginning is so choppy? It's fucking CHAOS. We have groups that are pretty much lining up to check out the one showroom we have, then the Commons, then whatever else they feel like sharing. The hilarious part is that they've pretty much all decided to show up at the exact same time.
Pretty much.
Then on top of people walking by constantly, we didn't have anyone covering the front desk from noon to 2pm. I also have desk shifts from 2-6pm on these weekends, but I'm on duty for this weekend, so technically I shouldn't be working the desk. But I am anyways. And I'm covering noon to 2. Soooo I get to work from 12-6pm. YAY MONEY!
But Hot Canadian Bacon should be rejoicing that he was gone this weekend, much as he didn't want to go because it means spending time with his family....save for his brother, 'cause he loves his brother, but he doesn't like his bro's girlfriend/fiancee/whatever the hell she is. Mostly he went for the family face time and to drink, lulz. BUT, thanks to these open house tours, eeeeeeeveryone has to walk past his door to go to the showroom. So yay for not being around to hear nothing but people and/or walking out of it to find a dozen people standing in front of his door. He already is nervous about the freshmen since he had four freshmen just stroll right in when he left the door open just a little once.
Also, he has a magazine waiting for him here. He's missing out on his Maxim. BAHAHAHAHA!
It's quieter now, at least. The last of the groups have gone by, but it's freaking cold outside and I'm glad I'm inside. :3
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday Come.....NOW
Sometimes people really frustrate me.
To start, my co-CA doesn't remember important things. Such as when I ask if he's available to walk the kids to the university center to the speaker dude that was there tonight. Really, I asked if you could, and even specified that I'm on duty and can't leave the complex--hence why I asked you. And you couldn't be bothered to remember that you actually had to work the front desk at that time? Sorry, but that's your problem now. I didn't even help with the initial paperwork, damn him. Then of course, when I'm constantly telling him the guys aren't voting, he doesn't bother to leave his room and see if he could hunt down any of the guys. Seriously?
Speaking of which, voting for 24 hour visitation was tonight. And my floor was SO fucking slow at getting people to vote, to the point that we barely got the minimum 90% of residents. Come on, freshmen, learn some responsibility here. We at least got 91% of kids to vote, and easily got 24 hour visitation and door decs, which means a LOT less stress for me. Other than the fact that kids will be around at all hours. :/
Plus Hot Canadian Bacon is in, well...Canada. Said he had a cousin's wedding, a second-cousin's wedding, and his mom's birthday to attend. So not only will it be extremely quiet Saturday afternoon, it shall be a boring few days coming up. Ugh.
To start, my co-CA doesn't remember important things. Such as when I ask if he's available to walk the kids to the university center to the speaker dude that was there tonight. Really, I asked if you could, and even specified that I'm on duty and can't leave the complex--hence why I asked you. And you couldn't be bothered to remember that you actually had to work the front desk at that time? Sorry, but that's your problem now. I didn't even help with the initial paperwork, damn him. Then of course, when I'm constantly telling him the guys aren't voting, he doesn't bother to leave his room and see if he could hunt down any of the guys. Seriously?
Speaking of which, voting for 24 hour visitation was tonight. And my floor was SO fucking slow at getting people to vote, to the point that we barely got the minimum 90% of residents. Come on, freshmen, learn some responsibility here. We at least got 91% of kids to vote, and easily got 24 hour visitation and door decs, which means a LOT less stress for me. Other than the fact that kids will be around at all hours. :/
Plus Hot Canadian Bacon is in, well...Canada. Said he had a cousin's wedding, a second-cousin's wedding, and his mom's birthday to attend. So not only will it be extremely quiet Saturday afternoon, it shall be a boring few days coming up. Ugh.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Please Make It Stop...
This has not been a very good week. Which is understandable due to Sunday night's fiasco of meetings and crap, but it's like the shitstorm refuses to stop.
After Sunday's meetings, we finally had our second floor meeting Monday night. Which was a lot shorter than the first one, but still. We need to harass kids to get their roommate contracts and RCCs in or the entire floor won't vote. We can only hope that we get at least two kids interested in residence hall government or we lose any extra funding from RHGA. We're shit-deep in programming that we don't know what the hell we're doing, and so we're having an emergency meeting on that tonight at 9:30. I'm working the desk from midnight to 3am tonight, I'm going to be on duty from 6pm Thursday night until Monday, and I may end up missing out on meeting Robert Fuller after all.
Thanks to being on duty, I can't leave for much of anything, either. I have to find someone willing to cover for me for about an hour so that I can get in on the speaker that they're letting us use as an active program, heck yes...and of course, the speaker's at 7. 7 is the same time as the first public relations/advertising meeting that I want to check out. I've no idea if it's even worth it to go anymore, though. I'm losing motivation to care about fitting in the programming now, especially as I *think* I have to make signs for it ASAP.
Voting is on Thursday, and it's now Wednesday. And we STILL haven't gotten two of our roommate contracts in & one room was stupid and lost their RCCs. Saturday, when I so badly want to go meet Fuller, I have to work the front desk from 2 to 6. What other programming is going on? A football game. AT 4. Fantastic, it seems that the perfect time for programming shit and I'm on duty or working the front desk. Seriously.
Yesterday was not a great day overall. I was tired as hell from being up till 4 working on a paper. Brookney was having a shitty day and we didn't know how to make it better for her. Hot Canadian Bacon was what he called 'depressed' because of all the work he's got, on top of setting up programming, on top of cramming as much in before he has to leave for Canada on Thursday. If that wasn't bad enough, Laurel and I might've not helped matters when we told him a few of the residents found his happy-happy attitude a bit much....well, we used the word creepy. Then he heard the same thing from his best friend Chris. Sooo on top of his stress, he now has the goal of being more 'professional' for the freshmen and not scare them so much. Granted, I think most of it was the stress piling on, and the stress/migraines/lack of sleep meant he was losing steam with the craziness....but anyways.
And now we have girls on the far end that don't know how the fuck to throw out their own garbage. It's now gotten to the point that they're adding a bag a day in the hall, and it's pissing me off. Can we say overly sarcastic sign saying to take it out? :/
After Sunday's meetings, we finally had our second floor meeting Monday night. Which was a lot shorter than the first one, but still. We need to harass kids to get their roommate contracts and RCCs in or the entire floor won't vote. We can only hope that we get at least two kids interested in residence hall government or we lose any extra funding from RHGA. We're shit-deep in programming that we don't know what the hell we're doing, and so we're having an emergency meeting on that tonight at 9:30. I'm working the desk from midnight to 3am tonight, I'm going to be on duty from 6pm Thursday night until Monday, and I may end up missing out on meeting Robert Fuller after all.
Thanks to being on duty, I can't leave for much of anything, either. I have to find someone willing to cover for me for about an hour so that I can get in on the speaker that they're letting us use as an active program, heck yes...and of course, the speaker's at 7. 7 is the same time as the first public relations/advertising meeting that I want to check out. I've no idea if it's even worth it to go anymore, though. I'm losing motivation to care about fitting in the programming now, especially as I *think* I have to make signs for it ASAP.
Voting is on Thursday, and it's now Wednesday. And we STILL haven't gotten two of our roommate contracts in & one room was stupid and lost their RCCs. Saturday, when I so badly want to go meet Fuller, I have to work the front desk from 2 to 6. What other programming is going on? A football game. AT 4. Fantastic, it seems that the perfect time for programming shit and I'm on duty or working the front desk. Seriously.
Yesterday was not a great day overall. I was tired as hell from being up till 4 working on a paper. Brookney was having a shitty day and we didn't know how to make it better for her. Hot Canadian Bacon was what he called 'depressed' because of all the work he's got, on top of setting up programming, on top of cramming as much in before he has to leave for Canada on Thursday. If that wasn't bad enough, Laurel and I might've not helped matters when we told him a few of the residents found his happy-happy attitude a bit much....well, we used the word creepy. Then he heard the same thing from his best friend Chris. Sooo on top of his stress, he now has the goal of being more 'professional' for the freshmen and not scare them so much. Granted, I think most of it was the stress piling on, and the stress/migraines/lack of sleep meant he was losing steam with the craziness....but anyways.
And now we have girls on the far end that don't know how the fuck to throw out their own garbage. It's now gotten to the point that they're adding a bag a day in the hall, and it's pissing me off. Can we say overly sarcastic sign saying to take it out? :/
Monday, September 13, 2010
Just Say No to Stangers.
Ugh....I don't know where to start.
Well for one, I'm procrastinating majorly on a paper that's due at 5pm tonight. This isn't gonna be much fun. :/
This was the first weekend that I've had off since the beginning of CA training, which was apparently a little less than a month ago now? Holy crap, does time fly...and I really needed a couple nights off. Then again, I'm pretty sure I'm glad I took the weekend off due to the crap that went down.
My time at home was enjoyable, no doubt. I went carpet shopping for my dorm, and found a pretty nice 6x9 rug for a decent price. I almost bought one that had moose on it though, and it was TEMPTING. My hall director found it hilarious that people are willing to buy a rug with moose on it, and Hot Canadian Bacon said that I should've gotten it. But I didn't. :P
Saturday, our football team kicked ass. Literally. As in, our teeny program, which only recently joined Division 1 as of a year ago, went up against the Big 10 University of Minnesota Gophers. And we WON. 41-38! Seriously, it was an epic game, and regardless of how shitty the U of M has been, it's still huge for us.
However, there was one small downfall. Because we won such a huge game, it was inevitable that kids would go out and drink. We did in fact have one girl with alcohol poisoning, but the biggie was what they called a stranger assault in the freshmen complex. Where I am. Ohhhh yayyyyyy. :/
Again, those all happened Saturday night, when I was not only off but an hour away at home. So other than for the guilt of not being here, I am actually kind of glad that I had taken the weekend off...
Then because of the safety concerns, the Dean of Students and the assistant directors decided to have not only a CA meeting at 8pm, but two safety meetings for the freshmen buildings at 9 and 10. Which was all right, if not for the fact that at 8 we were having the Honors Association meeting.
Sorry to say, but the CA meeting took precedence over the association meeting. The girls may be pissed at me as it is, but the whole thing is a power struggle that I'm not going to get involved with. I'm not interested in debating to gain control over the bike share or t-shirts or anything else. But when it comes to CA stuff, I'm getting paid to do this job, and it's a hell of a lot more important than they realize. So I went to the CA meeting and did my CA duties. Ha!
The rest of the day was pretty much studying and/or socializing at the front desk. It was quite enjoyable as usual, even though by the end of the night I was giving up on reading and such. Then about once an hour Hot Canadian Bacon would come out of his apartment and hang with us, even though he should've been working on a paper of his own.
It was quite hilarious, however. Of the things that went down,
a) when someone commented that we were making fun of him (or something of the sort, it's a common occurrence), the first person he looked at was me. I called him out on profiling, then laughed. :3
b) He thought he was witty calling me the wicked witch of the Midwest.
c) He realized that I'm REALLY fucking small, as in learning that I'm not even over 100 lbs. He had to ask whether I was a size 0, which even though I wear size 3 jeans, I think I am closer to the smaller sizes....so then for about five minutes he couldn't get over the fact that he thought size 0 was just a myth, bahaha.
d) I had the chance to make a blow-up doll joke to him. He at least had a comeback for it, but it just made me giggle again. :3
e) He had to show off his battle scars from walking in the dark, tripped over his ethernet cord and smacked his head on the doorframe.
f) Rather than writing his paper, he put up pictures (and one effin' hilarious video) on Facebook. I made it known that I'm still holding a grudge that it's not his personal page and instead a 'student approved' one, but ah well. The weird thing was after the desk closed at 3, we all went separate ways and I had to check email and stuffs. Who's there on Facebook? Hot Canadian Bacon, bothering me to watch the video. /facepalm
Again, did I mention I spent most of the night at the front desk? As in from about 7pm to 3am. Lots of desk time, and I see him MUCH more than I do my own hall director....this is strange.
Well for one, I'm procrastinating majorly on a paper that's due at 5pm tonight. This isn't gonna be much fun. :/
This was the first weekend that I've had off since the beginning of CA training, which was apparently a little less than a month ago now? Holy crap, does time fly...and I really needed a couple nights off. Then again, I'm pretty sure I'm glad I took the weekend off due to the crap that went down.
My time at home was enjoyable, no doubt. I went carpet shopping for my dorm, and found a pretty nice 6x9 rug for a decent price. I almost bought one that had moose on it though, and it was TEMPTING. My hall director found it hilarious that people are willing to buy a rug with moose on it, and Hot Canadian Bacon said that I should've gotten it. But I didn't. :P
Saturday, our football team kicked ass. Literally. As in, our teeny program, which only recently joined Division 1 as of a year ago, went up against the Big 10 University of Minnesota Gophers. And we WON. 41-38! Seriously, it was an epic game, and regardless of how shitty the U of M has been, it's still huge for us.
However, there was one small downfall. Because we won such a huge game, it was inevitable that kids would go out and drink. We did in fact have one girl with alcohol poisoning, but the biggie was what they called a stranger assault in the freshmen complex. Where I am. Ohhhh yayyyyyy. :/
Again, those all happened Saturday night, when I was not only off but an hour away at home. So other than for the guilt of not being here, I am actually kind of glad that I had taken the weekend off...
Then because of the safety concerns, the Dean of Students and the assistant directors decided to have not only a CA meeting at 8pm, but two safety meetings for the freshmen buildings at 9 and 10. Which was all right, if not for the fact that at 8 we were having the Honors Association meeting.
Sorry to say, but the CA meeting took precedence over the association meeting. The girls may be pissed at me as it is, but the whole thing is a power struggle that I'm not going to get involved with. I'm not interested in debating to gain control over the bike share or t-shirts or anything else. But when it comes to CA stuff, I'm getting paid to do this job, and it's a hell of a lot more important than they realize. So I went to the CA meeting and did my CA duties. Ha!
The rest of the day was pretty much studying and/or socializing at the front desk. It was quite enjoyable as usual, even though by the end of the night I was giving up on reading and such. Then about once an hour Hot Canadian Bacon would come out of his apartment and hang with us, even though he should've been working on a paper of his own.
It was quite hilarious, however. Of the things that went down,
a) when someone commented that we were making fun of him (or something of the sort, it's a common occurrence), the first person he looked at was me. I called him out on profiling, then laughed. :3
b) He thought he was witty calling me the wicked witch of the Midwest.
c) He realized that I'm REALLY fucking small, as in learning that I'm not even over 100 lbs. He had to ask whether I was a size 0, which even though I wear size 3 jeans, I think I am closer to the smaller sizes....so then for about five minutes he couldn't get over the fact that he thought size 0 was just a myth, bahaha.
d) I had the chance to make a blow-up doll joke to him. He at least had a comeback for it, but it just made me giggle again. :3
e) He had to show off his battle scars from walking in the dark, tripped over his ethernet cord and smacked his head on the doorframe.
f) Rather than writing his paper, he put up pictures (and one effin' hilarious video) on Facebook. I made it known that I'm still holding a grudge that it's not his personal page and instead a 'student approved' one, but ah well. The weird thing was after the desk closed at 3, we all went separate ways and I had to check email and stuffs. Who's there on Facebook? Hot Canadian Bacon, bothering me to watch the video. /facepalm
Again, did I mention I spent most of the night at the front desk? As in from about 7pm to 3am. Lots of desk time, and I see him MUCH more than I do my own hall director....this is strange.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Random Things I Know About Hot Canadian Bacon
- He's been in med school, law school, and is now in business school.
- I lied. He was never in law school, but he is way too damn good at it. The reason he never went for law is because he doesn't like destroying lives. Even though he hates freshmen sometimes.
- His undergrad degree is for marketing and something else.
- He's played lacrosse, hockey, and soccer. I don't remember the others at the moment...
- He went to the private college in Mitchell on a golfing scholarship. And he really likes golfing.
- I lied again. He's nonplussed with golfing. Hates it at times, but he had to enjoy it at some point to get in on a scholarship.
- Speaking of hockey, he's playing for USD's hockey team this year.
- He has acting experience.
- He has modeling experience.
- The acting experience is a large part of how he has a strange gay voice and even stranger pedophile voice.
- He not only looks kinda like John Mayer, but he looks like the male model on the cover of one of JR Ward's books. Leonardo DiCaprio is also on the list, as determined by a group of 4 psychotic freshmen that just walked into his apartment one day. Neeeeever leave your door open.
- He's from the Toronto area, close enough to Quebec that he's pretty fluent in French.
- His family's most definitely from England, and he can do a spot-on Irish accent.
- Whenever the mention of caffeine comes up, he quotes Talladega Nights.
- He sings to himself when he's in his office.
- He really does say 'Eh' quite often...
- His car is fucking sweet and metallic gray in color.
- He loves the classy suits and is a total metrosexual, but not as much as the neighbor who obsesses over his shoelaces.
- He's 25.
- It's freaking hilarious when he's on three cups of coffee and nonstop energy drinks.
- It's almost impossible to wake him up after 4 hours of sleep have passed.
- His two requirements in women are that they're 18 and they're crazy.
- However, he admitted once that as hot as he finds crazy women, it's not what he actually wants....pretty much.
- He has to go gluten-free and is allergic to water.
- His middle name is Kevin.
- He actually has a record for indecent exposure....twice, I think. I wish I had been there to see it.
- He handles his relationships the way he does hockey. He doesn't stretch it out, he just cuts it at the tendon.
- Longest time he's gone without a relationship is 5 months. And counting.
- He wants to stay in the US.
- He's also convinced he'll end up deported before the end of the semester, either for a freshman accusing sexual harassment or his immigration papers not going through correctly.
- Based on this list, he spends too damn much time at the front desk. As do I. >.>
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