Throbbing Insults

(The following posts title has been picked by Katie and will be written by Megan.) here we go

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."  We have all heard this, Am I right?  These are true words of wisdom, however people who actually use these words are probably the ones who do get offended by hurtful words. Which I think is ironic. so if you want people to think you are offended SAY IT! I dare you.

Did you know there is a website that will insult you? for free! http://www.insult-o-matic.com/

I am not a person who takes things personally or is insulted easily. But who in the right mind would want to be insulted by a computer. You should probably find something better to do.

Yesterday I heard something which I found incredibly funny. On TV they were interviewing Selena Gomez and about half way through the program the interviewer brought up death threats.  And my first thought was, "who could dislike Solena Gomez?"  I think she is adorable! Anyway I found out the death threats were coming from 14 year-old girls who thought they would date Justin Bieber.  How comical is this? I guess it is comical because I dreamed of the same thing when I was 14.  I thought Nick Jonas was the next hottest thing to wearing your pajama pants to middle school, because it was "COOL." (luckily my dad never approved of this fashion trend, and wouldn't let me participate. which reminds me, I never thanked him.) 

One time I went to a "JO BRO" concert in the 9th grade and bought a t-shirt.  I will never forget the amount of mocking that came from each one of my siblings when I returned home. "how much did you pay for that?  Do you know it probably costs only 2 dollars to make that and you just paid 40 for it!"  It was like they were truly disappointed in me. They knew I fell deep into the trap of 14 year-old infatuation for a boy who wore skinny jeans. (this was when only "SK8R" boys wore skinny jeans" Luckily about after a week I came to my senses and realized there was no hope for me, sigh.

Obsessed with Obsessions

The best part about living with five other girls is learning new things that will make your life a bajillion times easier. It is exciting to learn there are other ways to do things. (other then the ways your family does them) like today I learned that you can cook a grilled cheese in a George foreman. No flipping required! Greatest thing ever right. Oh and my other roommate introduced me to coffee mate. (yes I read coffee and thought I could have nothing to do with it.) who knew it was just like the vanilla flavoring you add to hot chocolate from 7-11. This will for sure change my life for the better.

You also learn weird things about the female specimen, girls are the WIERDEST! I don't mean this in a rude way, because well I happen to be female and I rather like myself in a non narcissistic way. Over the past few days us gals have been talking because well that's what we do best, we GAB! And guess what every single one of us has obsessions, and many.

My latest obsession has been blogs. I have a confession, I may read blogs everyday the whole day at work. NBD When I’m not at work I’m usually in class, or something like that. This brings up my next obsession, my S.I. Instructor. (supplemental instruction.) If I attend SI it is just to see HIM. When I tell someone I am obsessed with him they first ask (excitedly of course) Is he cute? I then ponder my thoughts....”um not really” and then quickly remark “it is a strange attraction I guess, he is just so funny.” (it may also be because he is one of the few males who is an unmarried RM) I clearly have an obsession and the next step is to act on it. So that's just what I did. I went to S.I. Sat kinda in the front so that he could get a good look at me, if he wanted, of course. The next step, answer a question. So he asked a question on our upcoming test and nobody answered! I felt awkward for him and his quirky little self so I shot my hand up without even thinking. Luckily I answered the question right and guess what? I got him to look at me! Definitely noteworthy, right? But wait that's not all. Earlier this week I swiped his card in one of the computer labs. Very noteworthy!

As far as obsessions go for the roommates there are also many.

Like being so strangely obsessed with a male. (we'll call him albino man.) Yes everyone who comes in contact with this one specific roommate knows at least a little bit about this mysterious “albino man,” who isn't even really albino. (which is good because if he really was we couldn't call him that, it would just be mean, right?) simply sighting this rather light skinned fellow with white hair is enough to excite my dear friend. I have seen him twice this week when I wasn't with her. When I told her I saw albino man in the library she tried to keep calm and she did a pretty good job. On the inside though I could tell she was freaking out. “tell me everything.” “what was he doing” she said as calmly as she could. “was he with pretty girls” she said before I even started to answer her first question. Lets just say when albino man is spotted it is a good day in room 301! On a more serious note--you know when you just feel like you should be best friends with someone, because you get to know them so well. (in a creepy/ stockerish manner) and you just think, “if only he knew who I was.” (I sure hope I am not the only one, because that would be embarrassing. Extremely.) This must be why we are roommates. And thank to the goodness we have each other to confide in.

Another one for the books is tabloid reading. Who knew one individual could have so much knowledge in this department? I mean really, celebs are dead to men. (why would I care about someone who has no idea I even exist?) This next roommate could rattle off to you everything from Kim Kardashians wedding to the recent breakups to the “did you know Ashton Kutcher cheated on his wife!” (well he did, and now he has a love child.) See it is even rubbing off on me, the person who has never even touched or gotten close enough to breathe on a PEOPLE magazine.

The obsessions could go on and on since I have so many roommates. Here are a few more. Calves, jungle fever, turbo jam, taking photos, and um RYAN GOSLING?

Why do Women have so many obsessions you may ask? I have no freakin idea! Sorry folks. My guess is that it is something to occupy our minds, give us self gratification, or simply just give us a good story to tell.