Brain Exercise

InterWebs:

Molly and I spent the last hour exercising our brains. I'll let you observe.

All I ask is that you make it to "corn."
 Molly: word

 me: up

10:10 PM Molly: stairs

10:11 PM me: to heaven

 Molly: help us

 me: all

 Molly: clear

10:12 PM me: the way

10:13 PM Molly: side

 me: of the

10:14 PM Molly: egg

10:15 PM me: xellent

10:16 PM Molly: , tom

 me: orrow, tomorrow

  [by the way - last reference lost on me]

 Molly: tom selleck

  magnum p.i

  basically a champ

10:17 PM has a sweet stache

 me: oh but of course

  your turn still

10:18 PM Molly: okay so

  tomorrow

  row row your boat

10:20 PM me: dacious

  {get it?)

 Molly: hehheh

  dacious

10:21 PM me: (bodacious)

  duh

 Molly: hhha

  alright

  sandero

 me: ?

  i don't have any idea what that means

 Molly: dacia sandero

10:22 PM okay lets start over

 me: you begin

 Molly: hi

10:24 PM me: way to hell

 Molly: o, goodbye

10:25 PM me: [really, the beatles?]

10:26 PM Molly: [haha you knew what that was]

  [little by little, i am corrupting you]

 me: i die a little

10:27 PM [is my answer - and i already knew that]

10:28 PM Molly: miss sunshine

 me: go away today

 Molly: show

10:29 PM me: you the world

10:30 PM Molly: wide web

10:31 PM me: ster's dictionary

 Molly: potter

Molly's idea. Diction'arry Potter

 me: [? what? i don't get this reference]

10:32 PM Molly: ['arry potter]

 me: [but dictionary?]

 Molly: [diction-ary potter]

  [it may or may not be a stretch]

10:33 PM me: [OH - yeah, that was terrible. moving on.]

  -minator

10:34 PM ??

10:35 PM Molly: hahahhah

  yes

 me: [that's not your answer, is it?]

 Molly: [no]

  rent

10:36 PM me: ...torrent?

  *[torrent?]

10:37 PM [i don't get what you did here]

  the musical

10:38 PM Molly: [yeah, torrent]

  chairs

10:39 PM me: -upply

  (get it???)

10:40 PM Molly: [heheeh]

  like a rug

 me: by team

10:41 PM Molly: str

  [check ur fb, gurl]

5 minutes

10:46 PM me: that is so suhweeeet!

  [team str?]

 Molly: [teamster]

  [like the corrupt union guys in the '20s]

10:47 PM me: [way to forget a vowel]

 Molly: [oh hahah i thought it looked weird]

 me: fry

 Molly: day

10:48 PM me: job

  [^lame - sorry]

10:49 PM Molly: market

 me: tle corn

10:50 PM Molly: [hahahah thats awesome]

 me: [im eating some]

 Molly: [i'm not going to eat anything for the rest of my life]

 me: [shoulda shared those cupcakes]

 Molly: [thanks, weird hybrid of aesop and my mother]

10:51 PM me: [you love it. now your go]

 Molly: pie

 me: [there is NO such thing as corn pie]

10:52 PM Molly: pudding

 me: [still not a thing]

10:53 PM Molly: cake

  BREAD

 me: [you're joking, right? try bread]

 Molly: BREAD

 me: HAH

  ing rainbow

 Molly: [i couldn't remember what it was called!!]

  dacious

 me: [weak copycat]

10:54 PM Molly: [okay okay]

  and arrow

10:55 PM me: head

 Molly: edd, and eddy

 me: on warwick

10:57 PM Molly: er basket

 me: case

 Molly: in point

10:58 PM me: er finger

 Molly: ber baby

 me: 's bottom

 Molly: sawyer

 me: in brokovich

10:59 PM Molly: y france

 me: (i dont know that one)

  ntimental value

11:00 PM Molly: [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vichy_France]

  [you're not a chass major, so i'll let it slide]

  nicycle

11:01 PM me: [Good one, and whatever - it took you 4 majors to become CHASS, right?]

11:02 PM Molly: [no, it was my second]

  [SO THERE]

 me: inary school

11:03 PM Molly: day

11:04 PM me: [you've already done that one]

 Molly: boy

 me: [s dpm

  **

 Molly: [um]

 me: [sorry i messed it up give me a sec]

11:05 PM meets world

  [bam]

 Molly: of warcraft

11:06 PM me: [i would have done that too]

  of the ship

11:07 PM Molly: replacement

11:08 PM me: on your pillow

 Molly: road, and i'll take the high road

11:09 PM me: i've ever known!

11:11 PM Molly: criminal

11:12 PM me: ternative music

 Molly: k day

11:14 PM me: ona beach

  *tona beach

 Molly: his own

 me: ly the lonely

11:15 PM Molly: hearts club banf

  band*

 me: of brothers

11:16 PM Molly: day

11:17 PM me: [NO MORE DAY]

 Molly: [OKAY]

  ty

 me: mancipation proclamation

11:18 PM Molly: the nonbelivers

11:19 PM me: HAHAH

  e of the day

11:20 PM Molly: [NO MORE DAY WAH WAH WAH]

 me: [it was part of the phrase...you've used "day" as your answer about 12 times]

11:21 PM okok

  -es the world

 Molly: domination

11:22 PM me: al treasure

 Molly: book of secrets

11:23 PM me: don't make friends

 Molly: dont let friends wear zebra stripes

11:24 PM me: [i have a zebra-striped snuggie]

11:25 PM Molly: [those are acceptable uses of zebra stripes]

  [if you get a zebra striped shirt, we are done]

11:26 PM me: I GIVE UP

  what do you do with stripes???

11:28 PM Molly: de caen

  [its a french food]

  [i didnt know about it]

  [i just asked d]

  [she is a french foodie]

11:29 PM me: [yeah, i don't have french foodies near me]

  [i'm a junk foodie]

 Molly: [y yo tambien]

 What CAN you do with stripes?

Eye Candy

Ok, this is not a substantial post.
I just wanted to share this crazy neat blog I ran across the other day: Oh, hello friend. Check it out on my sidebar>>>
This post  is the best - I want to take every single one and put into a megaDesktop. The pictures  make me feel a little mushy inside, they're so pretty. Check out the castle on the rocky cliff about five down. It kind of reminds me of my sweet dream hotel,

Beautiful pictures, awesome way to waste spend time. I occasionally love design blogs, even though I'm pretty much the least artsy person on the planet.

True story: one day in Girl Scouts or something, we had to make a craft for our moms for Mother's Day. I was really really really terrible at crafting (I mean, my writing looks like chicken scratch - I practically have to use wide-ruled paper), and my project looked seriously warped. So I had a friend help me. With my mother's day present. Because I couldn't make it. My mother was kind of offended that I didn't make my own mother's day present. Hah.
Well, in retrospect, you can see why I've gone into industrial engineering...learning to use your resources as efficiently as possible? Check. Why would I make something someone else could make so much better?

right? [worst daughter ever award goes to...]

ok. Over and out.

-bRob

This Study Break Brought To You By

...me, InterWebs. Seriously, me.

I have a legit post for later, but for right now I just thought I'd clue you in on some of the great thoughts that have passed through my brain this past week. Hold on to your seats, because these are really insightful.
(BTW - I feel VERY self-conscious blogging in the library, especially since the kid beside me is working on machine design homework. And I'm about to legit bomb [in the bad way] this test tomorrow. Who's a fluffball? bRob.)

So, without further ado,
 bRob's Trivial Thoughts that she's typing really quickly because she's ashamed to be caught blogging in the wooden room of utmost seriousness.

- Unicycles are the new skateboards. Seriously - I've seen bunches of unicyclists this week. Is this a hipster thing I just haven't heard of yet? Or is it just a byproduct of going to school with a bunch of nerds?

- There is no cool way to get off of a skateboard. I "studied" outside yesterday, ie I people-watched with great intensity. And during the class change, I saw 3 different skateboards stumble off their skateboard. Some stumble off and then run after their skateboard, or some jump off and run ahead and catch their skateboard...but either way, the illusion of cool ends as soon as you stop boarding. BTW - I once asked my friend to teach me how to skateboard, and he told me I needed to get over my fear of getting hurt first. I feel like that's a fairly rational fear, though...

-bRob is afraid of deer (this may not be a rational fear...). While running [...jogging] today, I came across two of them, and I stopped like a deer in headlights [hah, see what I just did?], because I was plagued with this fear that they might attack me. I saw it on tv once (...on a sitcom) - this deer attacked a girl while she was jogging. And kangaroos do it too, right? Whatever...point is I was frozen in spot until they moved. Irony.

- So I once took a spiritual gifts test and one of my gifts is, apparently, encouragement (right next to sarcasm and daydreaming). I realized I'd gone a little too far, however, when I started yelling at this guy who was about to miss the bus, "You can make it!" Yeah, I thought I said it in my head, but then I realized I said it out loud. At a crowded bus stop. Luckily everyone was too self-involved to notice =]

-I just coined a term called skunkface. It's for people that constantly look like they're smelling something gross. The girl across from me might be nice, but her snooty skunkface makes her look mean. Skunkface. That's mean, isn't it. Shame on me.

- I'm about to go all bombtastic on this test. And in this context, bombtastic is bad.

Ok.
Over and out.
-bRob

The Bizarre Daydreams of a 10-year-old

     Oh, are you still here, InterWebs? I'm sorry I left you waiting. I still love you, no worries. You're the best internet friend I've got, Webs. I may update my facebook status as if it were a Twitter feed, but, really, you're more important. Honest.
     This week has been ... not as bad as last week, but I've been trying to be more diligent about my work. Following a clear schedule, not waiting to the last minute, prioritizing (ie NOT blogging instead of doing my simulations hw), using Google calenders to plan every minute of my life (I have sleep planned from 2:30-6:00)....you think I'm joking, but my life flows according to Google. Well, in theory. I actually keep hitting snooze and oversleeping and not making any of my planned study sessions. I'll let you know how next week goes.
 
Maybe you're wondering about the curious title of this post. Are you, InterWebs? Sure.
I warn you that the rest of this post is really weird.
 

    I daydream a lot. Like, all the time. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or secretly proud of my awesome imagination...probably embarrassed, since I'm no longer in elementary school. I was chillaxing in my room this afternoon with the window open and a breeze blowing (thank-you, early Spring :), and I suddenly remembered this bizzare-o fantasy I had as a little kid. And I'm going to share it with you.

    When I was young, I used to daydream about living in this isolated, quiet, beautiful hotel [ie, not a Marriott/Hampton/whatever, not filled with honeymooners, no obnoxious people, and lots of food]. I would have my own sweet little hotel room with a white desk and bed set near a big window. If I remember correctly, the hotel had turrets, kind of like a castle. It was perched on the beach, but the beach didn't have any sand. Instead it had lots and lots of dark black rocks.They weren't the kind that cut your feet - they were smooth, round, black rocks, maybe like the kind you'd find at the bottom of a river.
    And the hotel, which was simple and large, sat right on top of these rocks at the very edge of the ocean. Behind the hotel, kind of enveloping it, were lots and lots of tall dark trees. Evergreen-y trees. And above that was a wide gray sky. Gray and silent. Not stormy, but just gray. I think gray, gloomy-looking skies are the best.

A real live picture of a castle turret. I took it myself.

    I figured all of my friends would live in hotel rooms somewhere close to mine....and I'm pretty sure I had made up a boyfriend to live somewhere in the isolated hotel as well [on another floor, of course]. We probably skipped along the rocky beach together, holding hands and doing whatever it is ten-year-olds do. Probably mermaid-watching. {I mean, I was 10...there were almost certainly mermaids in this daydream.}

But, I distinctly remember the solitude of it all. I think there's a certain romanticism (romance?) to gray skies and peace and quiet. Or maybe I'm just an introverted granny at heart.
   It is absolutely bizarre that I remembered this dream after so many years. And it kind of appeals to me again. But, as lovely as my isolated hotel on the beach/in the forest might be, I think it might bore me now. At this age, I simultaneously seek relaxation and to keep busy.

Is there ever a relaxing sort of busy?

over and out,
bRob

PS- just for the record, I love my family. I think I just felt like living at a hotel would be one never-ending sleepover with my own bathroom and good cable. Shortsighted, I know.
PPS - In my next life I want to be an artist, so these amazing daydreams can be properly documented. Hah.

 

n00bs: How to Spot a Freshman

InterWebs, long ago, way back when, here, actually, I promised I would write a post on spotting freshmen from miles away. And now is the time, Webs. I'm seizing the day and carpe diem-ing it up and writing this post about those little ole n00bs [<-- that's right, I keep it real with the nerd lingo] that seem to infiltrate every college campus year after year after year. Seriously, we've called pest control, but the kidz just keep coming back...and back...hah.
    Anyways - freshmen are so full of promise and hope. They all dream so so big, probably because they haven't been in college long enough to get that swift reality kick, Chuck Norris style, to the head. How CAN you spot a freshman from miles away? Oh, believe me, it isn't very hard. But after reading these four key steps, you'll be a freshman spotting expert. Truthfully, I don't know to what end you would want to make a tally of all the freshmen you see....but you should read anyways. For me? Thanks, InterWebs.

And thus we begin:

How to Spot A Freshman from Miles Away

1. They Live a Life of Extremes

Have you ever noticed that there is no middle ground with freshies? It's absolutely all or nothing with the youngins. They either come to class in their pajamas, slippers, and some cray cray hair, or they come in dressed to the nines [what a legit saying], complete with heels or shiny loafers, and occasionally a fedora, or a briefcase. Freshmen either run to class to get there on time and sit on the front row or fall asleep/never come to class [I was the former. Obvs.].They either spend every night in the library, dividing their time between sleeping in the bean bags, skyping with their friends in the commons, ordering triple-shot Bookstack Mochas, and pretending to do their Webassigns, or, it is not uncommon to hear freshmen claim they have to have 12 hours of sleep to function. So instead they spend their time playing video games, taking mental health days, and sleeping an unreal number of hours.I think the steady-state does not occur until halfway into junior year, honestly.

2. MEAL PLANS

Freshmen, I envy you SO much. I have no desire to cook, nor have I ever had a desire to cook (you can read further about my domestic shortcomings in #2 of this post.) But, since I don't have a MEAL PLAN, it's either do or die. And mostly, that means starving myself of essential nutrients and living on a bagel and a can of tuna per day. Are you guys even aware of how much food lies at the tips of your fingers? Do you KNOW how sweet it is to just walk up and grab whatever food you want from the dining hall? They have CAPTAIN CRUNCH in there! Were you aware of this?? And you can get unlimited amounts of soft serve yogurt, and you can even put peanut butter in it [try it...it's delicious]. The worst is when I have to watch you guys at the on-campus coffee shop. I dig deep into my pockets and weed through all the lint for dimes simply so I can I can afford my coffee. And then I watch a freshman come up and order approximately 10 orange juices, one cookie, a whole wheat bran muffin [yep, that'll spare you, like, 10 calories], and "uh, what else can I fit on my meal plan?" I used to work at that coffee shop, and every day these n00bs with excessive amounts of meal plans would just buy a bajillion cookies to use 'em up. Mostly, I'm just jealous because I want excessive amounts of cookies too.

3. They Have a Facebook Album Succinctly Titled 'College'

Because they will only ever have one album's worth of pictures in their entire university career. Obviously.

4. [My favorite] Freshmen Know Exactly When They'll Graduate and What They'll Be Doing

No, really. I think every single freshman I've ever met ever in the history of ever knows precisely what he/she wants to do post-graduation. No one else seems to know, but somehow, as a young ambitious freshman, he/she's got the key. I've actually had a freshman come up to me and tell me why his major was better than mine, then he proceeded to tell me that there wasn't a whole lot one could do with my major [really? engineering?]. Bless his little heart, I kind of wanted to kick him in the shin. But lest I judge - I used to be that kid. I was originally going to graduate in 3 years (hah. hah. HAH) and go change the world doing something. I forget what. But seriously - go ask any freshman what he wants to do when he graduates - and with a twinkle in his eye, he'll give you his surefire 5 step plan to success. Adorable. I'm in my [first] senior year, and I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going. How funny would it be to get a freshman to mentor me to the path of success? They're all so confident that they have it.

I think that's the thing about freshmen. They crazy confident. They're away from home - no more rules, no more mamasitas telling them to brush their teeth, no more chores, lots of independence, unlimited computer access, soft serve yogurt, and pajama Fridays [can we make that a "thing"?]. Oh little freshman, the world is YOUR oyster. Like Dr. Suess said, go climb that big mountain or whatever. 

  Pictures of little freshman bRob.  So awkward.