Hey everyone - I haven't posted a blog in a while, mainly because...well...not much has been going on to post about..., but I just have to rant to someone about the friggin' scary night I had last night. And to let everyone know ahead of time, everything worked out fine and I'm okay. But it still doesn't take away the seriously intense fear that I felt...

To start at the beginning, me and my 3 other friends (one of them my roommate Crystal, the other my friend Brenna of over 10 years, and my other friend Ibiso) were sunbathing by the outdoor pool at my school yesterday...hey, I know it's only April, but it was 84 degrees! We stayed until about 4 pm, and then decided to take a bus to Baltimore's Inner Harbor, which is only about a 15 minute ride from campus. Crystal had just gotten over coxsackie, which is an illness that causes you to get sores all in the inside of your mouth and makes it hard to eat...I had it when I was 13, and had to drink PediaSure for 10 days. SO not fun. But since she was better, we wanted to take her out to eat, to get a nice juicy burger from Fuddruckers. We we sure there was one just by the Harbor, and there's a bus that goes directly from campus to there with free fare. So we went, knowing only vaguely which stop we had to stop at, and ended up getting off the bus a little early...but we were all pretty familiar with the layout of the city (I've visisted the Harbor every year since I was a little kid), and we knew where we had to go to get to the Harbor. So it's a beautiful, sunny day, we're walking through the city - and there was a Yankees/Orioles game that night, so there were people crowding the streets and tailgating...good food everywhere...pretty much just a great atmosphere.

So that was all good, right? But this is when the scary began...we were just walking down the street and talking, when some guy who must have been in his 40s, walking from the opposite direction towards us, yelled out "Hey, you 4 are looking FINE!" then gave like a "whoop, whoop" noise. We just sort of bunched together, tried to ignore him, and walked the other way really quickly...luckily he didn't try to follow us. Then, we're standing on the corner of a street waiting to cross the crosswalk, and a car with a bunch of guys yelling in it drives by and honks at us...the guy in the passenger seat was leaning out and staring at us with a creepy smile on his face.

At this point, we all started realizing that we made a mistake in not bringing any guys with us...we all knew the city, yes, but I had only been wih my dad walking beside me. We're all from small towns where you don't really have to worry about creepy guys. We just wanted to look cute, too, for a night on the town...which might also have been a mistake. It was hot out, and even though we were all dressed tastefully, I guess we were showing a lot of skin. I had on white short shorts and a bright blue halter top, just to give you an idea, but I'm not used to not wearing what I want just to avoid creepers! It was just scary, and I started wishing that I had a sweatshirt or something to cover up with.

But anyway, we got to where the Fuddruckers was, and found out that it was closed down...so we went to the Hard Rock cafe instead...( I know, we had to settle... ) We had to hurry through our meal a bit, though, because we wanted to catch the bus that left before dark - we weren't used to cities, but we did know that staying past dark wasn't a good idea. Unfortunately, we didn't plan too well and we missed that bus...so we decided to just stay until 9:07, which was when the next one came. After all, by the Harbor there were a lot of people, a lot of cool stores, and a lot of fun things to do...it felt pretty safe. And we also knew a couple of people that could pick us up, should we need them to.

We walked around the Harbor for a bit, then decided to go to the Gallery - which is this pretty ritzy mall with some great stores in it. So we're going into stores we can't afford just for the heck of it...Aldo, Coach...then decided to stop at Starbucks. Ibiso and Brenna didn't want anything, so they were sitting at a little table while Crystal and I waited for our double chocolate chip Frapucinos. I happened to look over at them, and then freaked out when I saw these three big black guys hanging around them...now I'm not racist at all, Ibiso is black and I have a lot of black friends, but I just mean to say that these were the types of guys that wore the chains around their necks with like a ton of tatoos and stuff. Scary. One of them was actually sitting AT the table next to Brenna, leaning in close to her and saying something I couldn't hear, and I tried to catch her eye - I could tell that she was terrified. So Crystal and I quickly grabbed our drinks and walked over, saying pretty forcefully "Are you ready to leave?" Brenna and Ibiso nodded and stood up really fast, looking relieved.

Then I sort of felt like there were eyes on me - when I looked over, one of the guys was like licking his lips and looking me up and down...then he said "You're looking good." I felt terrified and my heart was beating faster...we left as fast as we could, going down the escalator and looking back every now and then to make sure they weren't following us. It was awful. When we were walking away, Brenna told me that one of the guys was playing with her hair and standing behind her, and Ibiso said that the guy gave him his number and wanted her to call him for "some fun." They had made up fake names and a fake college so the guys couldn't find them on Facebook or anything and try to stalk them...

When we left the mall we realized it was already dark outside, and figured we should start walking to the busstop to get there on time...

Now the busstop is further into the city, not by the touristy and fairly safe part of the Harbor. We were all really scared at this point, and even though we thought we knew where we were going, we got a little disoriented. We had three other cars drive by and honk, a few guys on bicycles ride by us exceedinly slowly, whistling and saying "Mamacita..." Another car drove by and a man leaned out, yelling something maybe not appropriate to type on here, and by that point we realized that we had to get inside...so we ran into some hotel lobby, where there was a nice looking guy standing in a suit. Whew. It felt good to know that we were safe, and we just wanted to stay there for a few minutes. He was really accomodating and said that we could stay in there as long as we wanted...he told us that we were really close to the busstop, though, and that if we wanted to try and walk over he would look out the window and see if we were okay...he really understood how scary Baltimore city could be at night, especially to 4 college girls.

Brenna had her cell out, ready to call her boyfriend if she needed to, and we knew that we could always wait in the hotel should he pick us up. So feeling a little safer, we finally found the busstop, and got there just in time. I've never been happier to see a bus in my life...I like ran in, sat in the seat, and hugged my friend...the whole night was so scary...

We weren't planning on staying out past dark, but we learned our lesson...you can't count on the busses, and 4 girls should never go to Baltimore without guys around. Lesson learned, but let me just say it was most definitely the hard way. *sigh*

So I've been talking about my aunt's pregnancy for a while now...with the ultrasound pic posted a while back and everything...and she HAD THE BABY TODAY! My mom sent me some pics, too - so I'll just show them to you guys!

Haha, how big is she?? Doesn't look like a newborn at all! Our family does tend to have big babies, though...

That's all for now!

Oh, and I just wanted to extend my sympathies to Shazz, who just lost her bunny... **hugs to Shazz**

First off, hello to everyone! **hugs** And, erm, second off? ...I have a sprained ankle. Ack. It's all swollen and puffy, and I've been walking around like a cripple the past few days. Not too much fun when you're trying to walk all the way across campus, up and down flights of stairs, at like 7:45 in the morning to class...I had to leave earlier so my slower walking wouldn't make me late.

So why is this newsworthy? Well, you may expect some great story involving my intense, daredevil feat that resulted in such an injury, or at least some sort of explanation that's worth a bit of excitement. At all. But honestly, I have no idea how it happened. Which sounds just like me, really - hurting myself with no clue whatsoever as to how it happened. It was probably something I did at the gym a couple of weeks ago, which is what I get for attempting to be athletic and get into shape when nothing in my history says that's a good idea. I mean, I hurt myself in gym class so often that I started to think I was cursed or something, seriously - one term of basketball shouldn't yeild two pairs of broken glasses (when I still had them), a skinned knee, a sprained wrist, and two jammed fingers. But alas, I managed it.

But the gym was going well...I mean, you get free membership to this high-tech, expensive gym with great equipment, so I figured I'd better take full advantage. I went for a couple of weeks pretty regularly, no major injuries, and even though I don't weigh myself (just causes freak outs, in my opinion), I do think that I lost weight and I felt a lot better. Needless to say, Spring Break brought on a huge reprise as well as some overeating, so I think I broke even in total. My ankle had been hurting throughout the break just slightly, but nothing major - not until I woke up on Thursday to find it swollen did I realize that something was wrong. Just peachy, a day where I have 3 classes.

So on Friday I go to the Health Center. Which was a pretty huge waste of time. It's a doctor's office on campus that pretty much charged me to tell me to put ice on it, take Ibuprofen, and then to give me an Ace bandage. Wow, how helpful, and so worth 45 minutes of waiting alone in a little room on a paper-lined table.

Anyway, a sprained ankle is not what made last week insane. It was just an insane ending to an insane week... But what I'm going to say might be self-implication...it involves alcohol...and to all those older people out there, I know I'm underage. *sigh* And I feel bad about it. But gah, it is college, and I still try to be uber-responsible. I did NOTHING fun in high school. I graduated with a 4.44 GPA, (highest honors), took a total of 10 AP classes, was a member of the National Honor Society, got straight-A's 6 years running, and was ranked 22 in my class of over 400. So I kinda wanted to have fun in college while still maintaining my grades (I got a 4.0 last semester, my first semester here, and was put on the Dean's list), which I think I can still do!

So anyway...*cough, cough* My sister, who is a senior in high school, came to stay with me to see what college is like on Sunday night, Monday, and until 4 pm on Tuesday. Recap: I'm responsible for my little sister for three days on a huge college campus. Got that? Good. See potential problems arising? Well, you're smarter than I was. So things were fine - she went to class with me a couple of times, hung out, and just had fun with me and my friends. Fine. But Monday night, when I get back from work, she tells me that she and Crystal (my roommate) had made plans to go hang out in Dillon's room, another friend of mine, at about 10 o'clock. My other friend Brenna as well as a couple of other guys would be there. This sounded fine to me - Dillon's a great guy, who yes, does party, but is more than anything just a nice and all around genuine person. I only wanted to stay for a little while since I had an 8 am class the next morning, and guys - it was a Monday night! Needless to say I wasn't exactly expecting anything. Long story short, alcohol eventually became a part of it. I drank some, but I'm seriously not a fan of it - making an idiot out of myself isn't something I want to partake in. I kept telling my sister that I didn't want her drinking, and that I was going to leave too - I was responsible for her, after all, not to mention worried. I'm a little overprotective of her, actually...what can I say? Big sister complex.

Well I guess she wasn't in the mood to listen to me. She has no idea what alcohol can do to her, but was just excited to be hanging out with the college kids. She wanted to prove herself, I think, to show that she was still cool even though she was in high school. So she went overboard. Against what she said, me and Brenna took her back early - stumbling and slurring her words. Awesome. We took care of her for about an hour, dealing with her weird ramblings and her lack of desire to drink water ("I don't like water") or to brush her teeth ("I don't like toothpaste"). Eventually, my other friends came back, and felt guity for the state she was in - and stayed with her for hours. They hadn't noticed, as I had (she being my sister and all), exaclty how much she had. And I choose then, at 3:30 am and in front of everyone, to start crying. Yep, pretty much making a fool out of myself, going on and on about how it was my fault and how awful a sister I was. It was just a horrible night, and I missed my class the next morning - which, if you paid attention above, is obviously not me.

My parents understood and didn't blame me, and Leah felt horrible for ruining the night and not trusting that I knew what was best. Dean was right when he said to Sam that being the oldest means you're right all the time. I totally pulled that card. In hindsight, it may have been good that it happened now, and not next year when she goes off to college by herself in West Virginia, without any idea about alcohol and around people that she doesn't know. She didn't remember anything the next morning, but trust me I let her know what she had done; as well as that it wasn't magical that she woke up with brushed teeth and in her pajamas safe in the room the next morning. Hopefully it's a lesson learned, but I'm still worried about her. I don't know how many of you have younger siblings, but drunk really isn't a state you want to see them in.

Oh, and later that week, I missed work because I got the flu. *sigh* But on Saturday, feeling better (though still with my sprained ankle), I went to a swim/dive house party - and that was really fun. It was the first time I had really gone out like that, and it was a good opportunity to wind down after so much stress.

Yesterday, though, my roommate dislocated her shoulder during practice, so now I'm trying to take care of her, too. She had a Percoset last night, so is still knocked out. But think intense, excruciating pain last night. I feel so bad for her.

Finally, I want to end this rambling insanity on a happy note: my aunt is scheduled for a C-section to have the baby tomorrow. This weekend, I get to come home and visit her! So that's definitely a better way to end the week than last week...

Sorry for the novel, but I REALLY needed to rant...

Okay, there's not going to be much point at all to this blog post besides just to say sorry for not being on in so long! I feel like I'm so behind on everything...I wanna be speculating on the forums and reading everyone else's blogs, but I've been so swamped lately with school, work, and life in general that I've barely had time to check my e-mail and get my homework done! And now it's Spring Break, but I might still be scarce because my roommate is staying with me - and I sort of have a planned itinerary with her, like showing her around town and stuff like that. Plus, I don't really want to be rude and spend all my time on the computer, no matter how much I may want to! *takes deeo breath* I'll try to catch up on the posts and blogs, but sorry in advance if I forget to leave a comment on one of yours...they're easy to miss sometimes if they're not on the profile page anymore...

I just want to say that I miss everyone and I'll try to drop in soon!

Alright, well here are a few more good YouTube vids that I found:

The Impalas: A Supernatural awards show!

The Machochism Tango: haha, this is hilarious!

And here are a couple that aren't Supernatural, but hilarious nonetheless...

Jenny: Flight of the Conchords (a New Zealand Folk duo - trust me, SO worth watching! )

Business Time: Flight of the Conchords (another one from them...one of the funniest things I've ever seen! )

That's pretty much all I have now...nothing else to say really...hope everyone is doing well, and sorry again for not being around! (If you even noticed I was gone... )

Bye!

Well, I finally updates my fanfic - I think it's been months, so everyone likely hates me for it. But I just had this awful writer's block and a complete lack of time, and I didn't want to submit anything subpar. So sorry to anyone who's reading it! Namely you, Gelly - you always had such quick updates with your story, and I've been making you wait forever.

To all those who don't read fanfiction, you can ignore that! And there's no need to read mine if you don't want to - this is just a notice that it's updated at this point. Finally.

In other news...well...hmm...uh, I can't really think of much. Oh yeah - my roommate has strep throat and a 102 degree fever. How great is that, right? (I hope everyone can sense my sarcasm here...*sigh*) I seriously can't get sick, not at this point. My classes are just so friggin' hard - I have a 3-page composition for Spanish 302, a 5-page research paper for Science 100, and a 3-4 page essay for English 291 due next week - not to mention two exams in Psych and Sociology, continued work hours, and a bunch of other things. Not to mention that I don't even get any Supernatural as a break - that was always a stress reliever for me. I CAN'T WAIT TWO MORE MONTHS FOR NEW EPPIES!!!

Oh, and my parents are having disagreements again. Nothing serious or anything, but they're divorced - don't talk to each other - and give me conflicting advice that they both think is correct. I'm not really allowed to make my own decision, I have to choose one of theirs...and then tell the other one my decision and have them get angry for listening to the other parent... I mean, I'm used to having to do it, but that doesn't make things any less annoying. The situation this week is that they each think I should do something different about my checking account...my dad wants me to have a high amount of money in it (to deposit my entire $650 refund check), because I thinks I deserve to be able to spend it; and it will teach me responsibility and self-constraint when choosing whether or not to buy things. But my mom thinks I should put half of that check in my savings account, because it's too much money in my checking account and she thinks I'll spend it all...and that I have to save for emergencies.

I really just want to combine the two...put like $100 in my savings, to keep it at an appropriate level, but keep the majority in my checking. *sigh* But even doing that is going with one parent over the other (at least, that's how they'll see it), and I really just want to make my own decisions. I want to learn how to handle finances on my own, not by following orders.

But off this little tangent (because I'm sure you don't really care that much...), I went to my first frat party last Friday. You heard right. The non-party girl went out to a frat house. And guess what? I had fun! There was a pit in the basement full of soap bubbles...the foam room...that me and my friends all got in. We just threw the soap at each other and got completely soaked; it was awesome. But it may be one of those things where you have to be there...cause it sounds kinda lame when I write it out...

Well, that's pretty much everything. Pointless blog, but it was time for an update.