Jorts.

I know three blogs in one day is a little bit ridiculous, but there are just so many thoughts on my mind.

Last night a couple of friends of mine (honorable mentions: Sarah Lynch, Lauren Rouza, Hana Katen, Jeremy Wearn, Laura Shanks, Morgan Ostrander, Erin Cooney, and Eric Kulling) were standing in a church parking lot (sarah lynch) and were talking about the night, things to be thankfull for, prayer circles...no big deal. Witnessed a car accident aka hit and run...big deal. When some sketchos stopped by...

These sketchos were your typical freshman crowd. The ones that love bush light by the gallon, wear the back pack with the booze, and get enthused by really lame things.

They come up to us because they think that there is a fight. They ask JW about the fight, he has no idea what they are talking about. I guess that they thought a bunch of girls were fighting, and watned to watch because how TIGHT is that...its not tight...its another freshman myth that girls fighting is cool.

We already thought the situation was weird enough when we looked down and saw that one of the guys was wearing JEAN SHORTS....checked the calendar again jean shorts expired in 1990, a year after I was born, and are so not tight. We have nick named jean shorts jorts, and my goal in life is to rid the world of male jorts.

Things learned yesterday evening:
a) jorts are NOT tight.
b) girls fighting is NOT tight.
c) ULIS is the perfect ending to the night.
d) The trifecta costs 6 dollars, but is worth way more.
e) the guy at seven eleven is really rude.

Bird chirps.

Laying in bed the past couple nights I have developed an interesting way of telling the time without looking at a clock. I know you are all on the edges on your seats right now. I hope this wasn't developed by ancient tribes in the past because I feel I'm going to copyright my idea it will be known as "the cheapest clock in the world"

I usually get into bed around 10 P.M. At this time I hear birds chirping. I call this chirp the "fairytale chirp". Its so peaceful and musical and puts me straight to sleep.

Around 2 A.M I get woken up to a more harsh chirp. I call this chirp the "food chirp". This is when the birds are starting to fight about where they are going to get their bread crumbs. I know at this time that I have about seven more hours of sleep.

6 A.M. I call this the "hell chirp". I don't know what these birds are doing but they are getting into huge arguments and its probably the worst noise that I have ever heard. Sometimes when I'm really irritated I tell the birds to "shut up" It does not work, but it never hurts to try.

10 A.M..this is the "vacation chirp". The birds are really quiet at this time, so I think that they are all on a vacation.

And the cycle starts over at 10 P.M

So ditch your swatches, and Rolexs and rely on mother nature.

The adventure to my cell phone...

So I woke up on Saturday morning. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect temperature. Did my usual morning routine. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, listerined, and went down to get a glass of water. Sat in the T.V room to catch up on the night before, and then a couple minutes later realized I did not have my cell phone. DUN DUN DUN.

I was calm for the first hour of my search. Went through my entire closet, bed, bathroom, kitchen, couches, rooms I had not even entered that day. NO PHONE.

Then I decided a fresh pair of eyes would help my search. So I had people look for me, same routes, looking in places for the second time. still NO PHONE.

Then I started to cry which by the way helped the situation not even a little. Took a nap for about three hours, and woke up again to start my search.

Looked everywhere again. Went through pockets of all my clothes, went through every cupboard, drawer, bowl. NO PHONE.

Decided that my phone was officially lost in my own house. Got a ride to the Verizon Store. Started to file a claims report, but then realized I didn't have a fax machine and thought it would be ridiculous to get a new phone, my phone had to be in my house.

A night goes by. No phone. No goodnight texts. No phone calls. Nothing.

A nights passed..."Casey we think we have found your phone" I got out of bed faster than Christmas morning. Run downstairs. "We think your phone is in the trashcan..."

I already had searched through a trash can the night before, and had no luck, so my morale was very faded. But...

IT WAS THERE!!!! My precious black little cell phone, was in the trash..disgusting. I have lysol wiped it about 400 times.

My phone was not only on SILENT, but it was on silent with alarm. I had an alarm set that I did not know about, and have never been so happy and relived in my entire life other than getting into college.

Special shout out to Yasi who heard the vibration. I'm buying her dinner.

11 unread texts 30 missed calls...no biggie.

House Hold Pranks

So a tradition in greek life is to steal. Yea not illegal or anything. From composite pictures to captain crunch cereal (alicia walcher) stealing is the in thing to do.

This week things got a little crazy though. I will break it down day by day.

Day One) The dream team (my sorority) steals a composite and a sign from SAE.
Morning After) A rotting cows tounge is on our porch (yes...disgusting)

Day Two) Dream team comeback steals from not only ONE fraternity, but SIX.
Things stolen: composites, pictures, trophys, ping pong paddles...captain crunch cereal, and cheesey bagels.
Morning After) nothing seems to have happened.

Day Three) Watermelon is thrown on my sorority's property, as well as a sofa (thank you sigma chi)
Morning After) nothing

Day Four) Hell breaks loose. Egging. Fire Escape. No need to explain more.
Morning After) House mom goes wild, cops are threatened to be called....GAME OVER.

on a less illegal note find your sister a mister was last night. I was water ( I tapped dasani wrappers to my body) my date was a Waiter. He was great. There are some other couples though that were not as ideal lets explain them.

Team K---Burger King, Kiss. Perfect combination it seems like right...NOPE. Burger King had some jealousy issues aka following kiss around. Burger King got way to intoxicated lets just say...it was not that good, and there was no kiss at the end of the night.

Team V---dates matched great..but a fight about the lakers broke out, and the V guy was bitch slapped...yes we are back in seventh grade.

Honorable Mentions:
Team S-shasta and santa clause..great holidays..great minds thinking alike. team work. love it.
Team A- artist and anchor. Artist got a little too drunk and raged. Anchor way to support our sororitys model.
Team O- alchohol was stolen. Ocean cried (water...how appropriate) Ozzy Ozbourne got punched...not ok.

Great Idea...Executed wonderfully...will happen again next year.

My allergies to glitter.

Ok so this year during sorority recruitment I got asked to help with the arts & crafts to bedazzle our house. I declined stating that I had medical conditions so I could not help, but I would be willing to offer my assistance elsewhere. Everyone thought I was crazy....but little do they know.

Today I was working in a little room in my house on a 21er book (more details later) when I got glitter in my eye. I started sneezing, squinting my eyes, scratching my face, I almost stopped breathing (well thats a hyperbole) but you get what I'm saying. I knew that my allergies existed all along.

Its not just glitter I am allergic to, its glue as well. One I hate glue it sticks(obviously) but it also just gets everywhereee. I always glew something and the whole day my hands are sticking together, sticking to things, just making messes. It also iritates my palms.

With this said. I am going to say goodbye to arts and crafts and stick to the clean stuff.

Find your sister a mister is tomorrow. I'm kind of nervous. Oh well.

I always flip to the last page.

So quarantine has been pretty lonely. Just watching a lot of television, studying for finals, ya da ya da ya da.

But today I came across this weird but accurate fact about myself. I always flip to the last page. If I'm reading a book, and it comes to an interesting point, I will flip ahead to find out what happens.

This doesn't just happen in books though. Today during the Bachlorette something crazy happened in the trailer for next week so instead of just waiting till next monday at nine....who would? I googled for about thirty minutes to find out just what happened. Then when I found out I just kept finding more about future episodes, so pretty much I know who wins the bachlorette. Don't worry...I won't tell unless you pay me.

I am hearing M.I.A playing for my window, I just checked my calendar to make sure it was 2009, because that song definatly expired last spring.

Not much is new on my end, alot of coughing, sneezing, sleeping. Just keeping it real.

To be there but not there...

So today I got sent into quarantine in my sorority house aka the guest room. Because I have a sinus infection and strep throat....joy.

I've realized while sitting in here that I am in my sorority right now, but not really at the same time....quite puzzling. I even have my own bathroom. Its pretty suave.

No one knows I'm in here except for a few people, its kind of nice, but worrisome at the same time because no one has sent me any "where are you" text messages, and no amber alerts have been issued.

I've been goggling my illness' on web MD all night trying to find a miraculous cure...there is not one.

I'm right now going to watch last weeks episode of the bachlorette and live vicariously through her.

Let us pray for my immune to get better...