My blog has only stayed alive during this hiatus thanks to my 50 Shades of Gray posts… *sigh*
And suddenly, I was more famous in New Zealand than in my own home country.
Reasons a college student should not feed herself…
Test day breakfast consists of two coconut macaroons and the flat remnant of a Monster Import.
“Well, that’s the dressiest girl I’ve seen on campus all day,” a male stranger told his companion as I passed them on the sidewalk as I returned from the library.
Bless my boots and trench for giving me an instant look of class.
My roommate needs to stop doing the following things:
- Shedding. (I don’t even know how her hair manages to fall out in hairballs…)
- Speaking in a British accent. (It’s awful.)
- Listening to One Direction. (Are you twelve?)
- Letting the garbage overflow. (For the record, all the trash in the big bin is hers. I put my trash in my own bin and take care of it.)
- Making that one weird noise she makes at her friends. (She just makes a low-pitched “ahhhhhhhh” sound. Why? I don’t know.)
You know you’re Hermione Granger when the thought of being able to take out a double-major plus a minor makes you supremely happy. Really though. I’m celebrating the fact that now I can take classes like “The French Revolution and Napoleon,” “Constitutional Law,” and “Islam: Faith and Practice” without and worry.
It’s like I’m on an extreme sugar rush. Except the sugar is academics. But really, it’s the same general effect.
My family says I inherited my dad’s passion for academics. I don’t know, man. I’m pretty sure my nerdiness could rival his at this point.
I’ll have you know that, since my junior year of high school, I’ve been a huge Doctor Who fan (or, as we call ourselves, a Whovian). The season 7 teaser was just released. I can’t stop squealing.
Yes, I am an unashamed geek. No, I will not make any apologies. Yes, you should watch this show.