i didnt thinking coming back to osu after a weekend at home would have so much drama

Don't for a minute change the place you're in

i love when someone starts a blog. you get to hear all about that person, but in a new light. so thank you (you know who you are) for starting a blog. i can't wait to keep reading :)


these past week or so i've been the most moody i have ever been, and i dislike it. a lot. i didn't think i'd be affect by everything going with my life so much, but i have, and with all my homework, the late nights, not much sleep, not gross-but undesirable food here, i've just gone crazy(ish) and kinda have taken it out on some of my really good friends. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!


anyway my dad started his second round of chemo, and just in time. my brother and my sister both have gotten sick with the flu! good thing he has gotten out of the house and way from those sickos....i just hope when i go home this weekend i'll get him sick.


laura and my apartment hunting is finally coming to a close i think!! we found a place we really like and are trying to get some signatures then pay for it! yay!

i'm really into this song right now.

its almost exactly how i feel sometimes. 

"Don't for a minute change the place you're in"

plus i love john mayer's music.

pinterest is the best. check it out. WARNING: you will get addicted.

boo bad attitudes.

my dad has cancer.

i know he's doing fine and still has his hair (for now) but its still rough.

never in a million years did i think my dad, my dad, would ever get cancer. he's like super man. i know this is cheesy and lots of kids think that about their parents, but in all reality he is. he can do literally anything you ask of him, except maybe helping you put on a bracelet or necklace; his fingers are too big for the clasp!

i was just home not even 3 weeks ago and i feel bad i haven't been home yet. i had an opportunity to go home this past weekend cause its a long weekend, but i didn't take it. i mean i was just home the weekend before. but now i realize maybe i should have. next weekend i can't because glee has a concert at a church on sunday.

i know my dad doesn't mind I'm not home, he knows I'm learning a lot and having a good time, i just sometimes wish things could go back to the way they were....

before i knew all my friends here, before i knew where i was living, before i knew how tasty panini's are at the union, before i got accepted to OSU, before i even applied! i wish i could go back to the days when i was a little kid, just running around the house with my dad.the days when my dad actually stayed up later than i did, watching tv, laughing when i was in bed.  times were so simple then....

and to top all this off, everyone has been in a weird mood all weekend, putting me in a funk. boo bad attitudes.

living da life

college is kicking ass. in both senses of the word

i love it so much. my choirs are awesome, my roommates are fun, my floor is good. my RA is da shit. i'm making tons of friends, my bed is comfy. so much to love.

what not to love-lack of sleep and a shit ton of homework. this quarter it just sprung on me, and its ridiculous. our professors are trying a new way of teaching and its just causing more work for everyone and more time consuming and I'm  not getting anything out of it.

I'm taking this class, International Phonetic Alphabet or IPA, and that is a crap load of homework all the time. i have to take notes everyday, even though i have this class every other day. its pretty rough. but probably one of the most interesting classes i've had in a long time, and mind you i took british literature in high school...so thats saying a lot (NOT)

getting punched in the boob is not fun.

growing up.

recently i have "discovered" that i am allergic to rum. so far its only spiced or dark rum, but i've seen an allergist and all signs point to yes. i am indeed allergic to rum. so yesterday i tried a controlled experiment involving kahlua. it wasn't going to be an experiment, but once i realized i was going to be having a problem, i had to stop. it would have been super easy to just keep drinking and have a grand ol' time with my friends, but i decided "you know, this is apart of growing up and being responsible" and i had to do just that.

what happens when i have this allergic reaction is that when I'm actually drinking the alcoholic beverage, my asthma starts to act up. my breathing becomes heavy and i have to use my inhaler. once i use my inhaler, everything is fine....for now.

the next morning...all hell breaks loose. i throw up all morning ( if i've been drinking more than a little) and i just feel like absolute shit all day. now i know what you all must be thinking...veronica, isn't this just a hangover....? grow up! well no. it is not. i've been hung over before and this is not it.

i also know this to be true because of last night. i had a few shots of the kahlua and i realized i was going to have a problem if i kept drinking.

being responsible sucks.

is back! and happy new year!

not only to blogger, but to OSU! i just came in yesterday, which was pretty interesting, in a good way.

i got here, expecting even though there was a fee, that people would still be showing up and moving in. WRONG. barely 20 of us were here in baker. it was really strange but it was no big deal....i had plans to just watch How I Met Your Mother all night, starting at like 10. but of course, when you make a plan, it never actually happens in college...i ended up staying up late and talking with a few friends that i haven't connected with in a while so that was awesome!

what i didn't miss about being here at OSU
1. having a normal bathroom. with a normal sink and normal toilet paper and normal hand drying towels...not crappy paper towels.....
2. being able to open as many drawers in your dresser or wardrobe as you want. here at school, you can only open 1 of your 3 at a time...it becomes very frustrating

so many reasons i know

though honestly i forgot how much this bed here is so comfortable. i love it :)

the downside of starting school so early is that i don't get to be home with my dad this tuesday. see he has Osteosarcoma, bone cancer, in his mouth...and FINALLY things are starting to move along. he got a little procedure a few days ago to get a port in his chest and inserted in his artery for the chemo meds, and he said that that's just super uncomfortable. tuesday, tomorrow, he starts chemo and i just wish i could be there and help see him through everything.

but anyway its a new year! yay!

NEW YEAR NEW YOU!!




...no thanks. i like me just how i am. yeah i made some mistakes in 2011, but just because its 2012 doesn't mean that I'm a whole new person and see the world in a new light. i was thinking about this yesterday, and i discussed it with my friend... but honestly why is new years even like a huge, momentous holiday? or a holiday for that matter? i mean yes were celebrating a huge time change and all that jazz...but i don't see why we build it up to be so much more than it is....a new month, and also a new year. why don't we celebrate every new month? you scream HAPPY NEW MONTH! every first of march or september...i mean the other months probably have feelings, just like january. but then i got thinking....the philosophical thinker that i am, why don't we always celebrate every day like that? i mean, hell, the world is supposedly ending this year... this could be everyones last year on earth!!!!** so if this is the end of the world, why not "live like you were dying"....cause we are. but honestly.....you almost should in a way....not super recklessly, like driving way too fast or doing crazy stuff, but living every day to the best you can, to never regret anything, to always leave someone on a good note, and to do what you LOVE. thats my new years resolution. to, as cheesy as it is, to do what i love, and love what i do. to be thankful for every day that I'm here and that you're here and that my family and friends are here with me.

thats all anyone can really ask for...right?



**i don't believe in this end of the world crap. it is what it is.