5.31.2009

Pet Peeves

So last night sitting in the t.v room of Delta Gamma my pal Lauren Rouza and I started discussing our pet peeves. The things that bother us, distract us, and weird us out. I realized while conversing with her that I have very strange pet peeves. Maybe its because of my Asian upbringing or what not but they are quite bizarre.

Pet peeve number one: GUM, I am not a fan of orbit, wrigleys, extra, any brand does not matter, does not cut it. If it takes you longer than ten seconds to chew and swallow its just not for me. The chomping noise of gum is like nails on a chalk board to my ears, and blowing bubbles don't even get me started...leave it at the playground.

Pet peeve number two: Hand Fans...what is a hand fan? It is when someone is hot and they wave themselves with their hand. It distracts me. Confusses me. Open a window, turn on a real fan...put your hand down.

Pet peeve number three: Squeaky shoes. Flip flops, tennis shoes, flats, whichever shoe, does not matter when they have a squeaky noise when you walk. I can't handle it. No squeaky step for me please.

I feel better about getting these peeves off my chest. Today is a beautifull day, lots of sunshine, not a cloud in the sky, that I'm about to go enjoy.

Stay tuned....

5.30.2009

Find your sister a mister...

Alot of thinking and brainstorming happens in the formal living room of my sorority house. Girls sit around talking about the evening before, things to come, and ideas to explore.

Today was an especially rich day in idea exploring. Yasi one of the greatest idea explorers thought it would be awesome for our pledge class to go on a party bus before finals week before we depart for our summer vacations. Everyone was thrilled about the idea. This simple idea of a pledge class party bus has turned into a blind date party bus. Madness to follow.

We decided to plagarize the Sigma Chi fraternities find your brother a lover party, and change it into find your sister a mister. Hopefully they won't mind. There are only a few simple rules for this extravaganza: no exs, arrogance, or taken men.

Lets just say you should check in friday a.m...

Socially Standard

So this is my first blog post...ever. I've been told that I'm to obsessed with my computer so adding another website to my list of my activities doesn't seem out of the norm.

Last night we had a function with Sig Ep, it was a great time. Tequila shots, flip cup, happiness. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Potters Vodka was present, but I didn't go there which I'm feeling great about this morning.

Something that has been on my mind this morning is the gossip train. The i've heard, she said, did you hear train of thought that exists in every single one of my friends.

Some examples in the past twelve hours. Last night someone in my sorority hit the handle a little to hard last night, and I was told that she ended up in a bush. If the bush was a chair outside of a hospital, then yes I guess she actually did end up in a bush.

Madeline Gehr one of my favorite sorority sisters is the queen of gossip train. I feel like if Perez Hilton were straight they would be married. Fame is something in her blood and something that she strives for so hopefully she will make it big with her gossip train. Look for it in the headlines: www.madelinehears.com

Sarah Lynch and Hana Katten two of my superstar sisters have been taking a class called Info Hell during spring term (mistake 1) They work together as aillies trying to motivate each other to finish it up strong. In my head I thought at first that this was a great idea, but listening them today I realized that the motivation actually sounds like this:
Hey Hana lets take a nap.....yea I think thats a great idea....hey hana lets get some bread....yes bread sounds great....hey check out this picture I was tagged in....omg so cute...love it....omg infohell sucks...i know kill me....do you think we will be done tonight.....no probably not.(mistakes 2,3,4,5)

Tonight should be a pretty interesting evening in Eugene, OR. Saturday night usually gets most people out of the house. I'm probably going to sip some monster and be an observer of the poor decision making rather than partaking in it.

Until next time....