Things I love

Snow in October is one of my least favorite things. But honestly, the rest of the October-ish things help make up for it. Like pumpkin pie, and hot chocolate (I LOVE hot chocolate) and fuzzy slippers and fall leaves and blankets and crisp weather and apples... *deep breath*
Yes. I love fall. But one of the BEST parts is carving pumkins. It's the only part of Halloween I really care for, but I love it. Love it, love it. We carved an apartment pumkin last night. I don't know about you, but I think it turned out pretty sweet.

You can't see it very well but the man is holding a fishing pole and there's a fishing line and some stars. It looks better in person, but this is the best I've got. Have a fantastic weekend!

My bike ate my shoe

I'm not exaggerating when I say my bike ate my shoe. It's the litteral truth. Half-litteral. Since my bike isn't alive and doesn't have a mouth or stomach. I was biking home the other day and my shoe got suddenly tight. I looked down and to my dismay my laces were wrapped around the pedal. My shoe has very long laces. I was tempted to stop but since I was in the middle of crossing a street I said to my self "ah, better not" and kept biking. Well my shoe got much tighter. So tight in fact I was a little worried for the safety of my foot. And then I simaltaniously heard and felt my shoe begin to rip. It was immedately much looser, but my stomach sank. I crossed the road and untangled myself and finished going home. When I walked away from my bike my shoe almost fell off my foot. This is what it looked like (sorry for the poor quality).

As you can see, one side of my shoe the lace hole thingies are totally ripped out. So now this pair of shoes are in the trashcan. It's a shame, they were my favorite shoes. Very comfy and matched everything. Oh well. I'll be wearing boots for the rest of the year anyways, apparently it's snowing outside. Everyone keeps walking into the library with snow on their shoulders and hair. I would have been okay if it had waited until after Halloween to snow.

 

The weekend has arrived

It is officially the weekend. I have taken my tests, gone to my classes and not started my homework for Monday. You know what the best part of the weekend is though? I don't work this Saturday. This means I get to sleep in. This almost never happens. I am up by 7:30 almost every day, including Sundays. I have been counting down the mornings until Saturday. I live for sleeping in. (Not really.)

Earlier this week while I was sitting outside on campus I saw one of the cutest things of my entire life. This young family was sitting a few feet away and two little girls were being absolutely adorable. They were running around all the college students and would pat one on the leg before running away crying "your it!" Of course the college students were either oblivious or ignoring (I choose to believe they were all oblivious) the girls and kept going. The girls were so confused by this! It was sweet to watch, I almost wanted to join in. I probably would have if 1) that would have probably freaked mom and dad out a bit 2) I was eating for the first time in too many hours 3) I had class in two minutes. But it was still cute. I should have taken a picture.

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Of men and facial hair

My campus is a unique one in that it has a dress and grooming code. Basically, the idea is to look clean and to not dye your hair colors of the rainbow. Or, if you are a man, grow a beard. Ten years ago this would not have been much of an issue for guys. But right now the scruffy look is in. Example below:

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It fits right in with the bad-guy-but-not-really look. But because of the no beards policy, the guys seem to feel they need to defend their manliness and grow mustaches. There is only one problem with this. Actually, I lied. There are several. I promise to not list them all.

White guys can't grow good mustaches. It ends up looking like puberty peach fuzz half of the time, while the other half of the time it transforms a twenty-something year old into a forty-year old.
Like the other day, I saw the cutest boy on campus. Blonde hair, tall, well dressed, leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Somehow the messenger bag is important. Don't ask me why. And then I noticed this blonde, old man-style mustache. It just didn't work. It saddened me.

I recognize my bias here. I don't like mustaches, this is just how it works. But I am not alone in this. I have had several conversation on the subject.
"Mustaches."
"Imagine kissing."
"I wonder if it tickles?"
"Probably itches."
(contemplating pause)
"I am never marrying a guy with a mustache."
"Me either. He has to shave it off. Even in the winter"
"Agreed."

So dear, beloved boys of campus. Clean shaven really is best.

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