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No motivation to submit. Just know I could if I wanted. And probably will soon.
Once Life stops being so overbearing.

7.5 weeks left. Crazy.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20567262/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20567262/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 11:48:43 PDT
Then i have to come up with new stuff. hmn.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20490153/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20490153/ Sun, 14 Sep 2008 13:35:23 PDT
rainfootballwastewalkingbloodicecreampuke. in that order.

Okay, the day started with tailgating. It was raining and muddy wherever we went, so me and a couple friends decided to go back to the dorm until it was closer to the game. After some unexpected napping time, we got to the game.

The Iowa v. ISU game is the most exciting every year. It's an in-state rivalry. Honestly, any football game I see in the future will have to be absolutely epic to top this one. First half was kind of boring, even though Iowa was up 3-0 with the only field goal. I'm not even going to try and explain the rest of it. So many close calls, turnarounds, an epic touchdown, and Iowa getting a safety just to waste time. Amazing.

After the game we wasted a lot of time trying to figure out something to do. We ate at Panchero's, my first time. The tortilla really is the thing that makes it great. Then back to the dorm to get ready for a party, then we got some intelligence that the fuzz was hanging around the area. More wasting time.

Finally, we decided on a party on Johnson. We get there, it's huge and very hot inside. After we go around the house a bit just to find where everything is, we come back out, some people decide to hang back, me, another girl, and two of the guys go in. We weave through the packed room (which is technically two rooms but they're just separated by one of those border walls that looks like the wall was cut out of the middle, this is important later)and as we're making our way, we see a guy take out a lighter, light something on fire, and drop it. Just fucking drop it. Whatever he lit on fire was weird too. It looked like paper, but paper isn't engulfed in flames the instant it's lit. Anyway, someone stomped it out and we kept moving.

We're in the second-ish room of the two combined rooms, making our way to the kitchen with the drinks. Then, i just see this huge black guy turn around and punch this scrawny white guy in the face. Two feet in front of me. Me and the other girl are trying to push people back and get out while the black guy just starts whaling on the other guy. Most people start moving away, which is hard because it's so crowded, while the bravest(or most drunk)guys try to pull them apart and some join in the fight. The people in the first part of the room don't even know what's going on, making it really hard to push through them. I look over, and the guys we came in with are cornered, behind the black guy while he's still throwing punches in every direction while people are trying to stop him. As I'm escaping i see they finally stop everything, but i just want to get the fuck out. The other girl made it out a bit before me, and the guys were just a few seconds behind. One is covered in beer, the other has small drops of blood on his face. Someone else's blood. As we're telling the people who stayed behind what happened, this girl comes out and says something about a guy who was thrown into glass. Then, out the door came a guy with his shirt pulled up to his face, his hand on his eye, covered in blood.

Yeah, we left.

We came back to the dorm, some people went to bed. The roomie and Tom (blood splattered guy) went to KumandGo to get ice cream, i stayed in the room while Petes (beer covered guy) went to clean up. The roomie ans that guy came back, and so did the other. Five minutes later Peter gets a phone call from one of his roommates. Apparently, their third roomie got extremely drunk, came home with some person who helped him into bed, and threw up three times. In his bed. So, Tom and Peter left, came back about twenty minutes later. Both Peter and his roommate now hope to get Tom to somehow replace their puke roommate. Even if that doesn't happen, they'll still be able to get him kicked out of their room.

Overall, horrible day, but i really needed to write it. The only thing that could have made it worse would be Iowa's loss.

But they won. So. Yay.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20405369/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/20405369/ Tue, 09 Sep 2008 11:27:23 PDT
i live in the 'athletic' dorm. many nice, attractive men live here who need assistance with laundry. the football players get free scooters. i'm slightly jealous, but it's hilarious to watch large men ride tiny scooters =d

two roomies, btw. both are sorority girls with similar personas. which has lead to most of the people i meet being sorority girls. some are alright.

yeah.

we get along all right. one has serious OCD and is very neat (creepy-neat), and i think she secretly hates me for my semi-messiness. haha. the other is quite straight-laced, depending on the situation.

They both also do that one thing where they(and my neighbors, also sorority girls)call eachother 'bitch', 'whore', and 'slut' ALL THE TIME. But, lovingly, of course...I don't like it that much. i think those words lose their meaning if you use them like that. Just like Love, hate...and my rape whistle XD

i'm the the red zone, justsoyouknow. and i want people to feel bad if i call them a bitch or slut. that's what the words are meant to do.

hmn...that seems mean...but it's true.

Hillcrest(my dorm) is kind of hard to meet people in. it's ginormous, and the halls have weird turns.

keg beer is shitty, tailgating is insane, Iowa football is amazing.

i'm slightly homesick. i saw my parents the last two weekends, which didn't help. my dog is depressed without me. the chinese food here is horrible. i miss chuong garden.

a girl laughed when i said the chinese food in my town was made by real chinese people. i don't get it.

the chinese food here is not made by chinese people.

i gots scanner nao. piktures com soon.

will see the bestie this friday, i miss people that know me.

one more thing, which i have learned about myself. i feed off of other people's social energy. i used to think i just latched on to specific people for their social support, but as long as the situation i'm in is a fun/social one, i'm fine on my own. I need to have a sense that the people around me are willing to be friendly for me to leave my introverted tendencies behind.

This may not seem much better than leeching off of certain people and just staying with those people, but it definitely is.

gee dammit, this is getting long..but one more thing.

no matter what my psych professor says(who is a pretty awesome guy, btw)ESP exists. Just because experimental testing fails doesn't mean shit to me. I think ESP is a random occurance, possibly experienced by everyone at some point.

get this. we did an ESP demonstration where one student went up and picked Zener cards while the professor was out of the room, and then the prof guessed them correctly(gasp!). He ended up telling us it was all fake, but whatevs. the weird part is that i knew exactly what pattern the student was going to pick...possibly when the professor wrote it down for the student to follow. I knew BEFORE he even asked for volunteers or left the room. coincidence? I THINK NOT!

Along with this one situation, i have other examples, many of which have happened to me or my family. a few happenings of predicting death, even 10+ years before it happened.

Yeah. I know it's real. Take that, Shaun!(my prof, hehe...)

So far, things have been going alright. Worst thing so far: new converse shoes. it kind of sucks to break them in.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19942574/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19942574/ Wed, 13 Aug 2008 21:15:17 PDT that many, but considering how little I've done, it's definitely something.

Off to university in a week, while many friends have already gone away. It may be to early to tell, but i hope i don't have sit on the sidelines while one gradually circles the drain. They've made a great start already.

Textbooks are wayy to expensive for just 1,000 sheets of paper glued together. You could probably find the same info through google.

Oh, did you watch the meteor shower? I did. There were some amazing sights to be seen. I tell you what.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19710929/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19710929/ Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:51:12 PDT
Fuck. I loved it.

And maybe it's just way my mind jiggles in the early morning, but
I understood
the whole
fucking
thing.

I was surprised cause apparently the other people watching it yesterday...didn't. According to their bitchy little comments. On the site. Where I watched the movie.

You get the idea.





CellarDoor. Haha.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19391082/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/19391082/ Mon, 14 Jul 2008 13:14:13 PDT _<

I will truly and honestly be alone within the month. All friends are moving away. One *cough* friend...may be staying for a while, but she seems more preoccupied on becoming the first proven case of cellular phone-related cancer at this point than anything else.

Then off to university with 6x the population of my hometown, where the only two people I know I have sparse casual conversation with...very sparse. Not because I don't like them or anything, I just don't see them that often.

And! My housing assignment has not arrived yet, and I applied in farking November. I just hope my roomate's nice...and we don't end up being squished like anchovies in a matchbox.

Ohwell.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/18864987/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/18864987/ Mon, 16 Jun 2008 00:50:12 PDT
Major floods=no college orientation? Bleh. I can't wait until I have the opportunity to meet 30,000+ new people this fall.

Kind of getting tired of dealing with other people's love-hate cycles. It happens every year, like clockwork. Yeah, I might not like them at certain times, but I'm better than avoiding someone like the plague over trivial things. Especially when, only a few weeks ago, I was buddy-buddy with them. I don't care if the weather is fair or not.

Get it? Fair-weather frie-Oh, nevermind...(Srsly...a few potato chips fell..wtf?)

I have, like, 70 days until I leave. Love it while it lasts? I'll tell you if that happens.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/17046103/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/17046103/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 17:23:10 PST
Taking Photography for the third time, which I think we called Photography Also Also. Actually, I'm not sure I can learn much more from the class, except for setting up an actual dark room and mixing chemicals and stuff like that, so I might do a drawing independent study with it.

Why are none of my pictures up? Lack of scanner. I actually have a really awesome 8x10 of an old school Windex bottle and cloth which I turned sepia by dipping it in a chemical. Photographic sweetness, you might say. I want to put it up...

Also, at some point I said something about putting more of my poetry and other writing on here, but that stuff is actually part of my over-stuffed photography folder stacked into a pile at school, and will (hopefully) be put up soon.

In other news, not much going on...Oh! I'm going to the University of Iowa next year and want to become a nurse anesthetist. Why? I less than three helping people. I will be rooming with a good friend, also, so I'm hoping everything will work out swell. It'll be keen! Harharhar...

Well, this is running a bit long. At this point all I can do is make empty promises about updating so...later!

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They make you depressed.

]]> ~zansola http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/10229822/ http://zansola.deviantart.com/journal/10229822/ Fri, 29 Sep 2006 19:58:37 PDT I'm sore.
but being drugged is fun. And I have possibly addictive painkiilers.
And penicillin, which both my dad and my brother are highly allergic to.

Also, I sorely miss at least half-way solid foods.

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