t.g.i.f.? (last friday night)

At the peak of last Friday night, we had 90 people in our apartment....90. Being the hilariously funny girls that we are, earlier in the week we decided to create an facebook event entitled, "Gym Casual", in honor of our noise violation our RA's gave us on a night we had gotten back from some sweaty workouts (thanks resident advisers, you're really nabbing the kids who are getting into real trouble). We invited (stupidly) 160 of our friends, thinking (or hoping) that not everyone would show- for the most part we were wrong. We borrowed a friend's 3-foot tall pair of speakers, hooked up my iPod, grabbed a black light, set up a ruit table, cleared out 80% of our furniture, and got down to business...dancing business obviously. Most girls were in yoga pants and sports bras, but some wore running shorts and tanks, or some combination of the two, while the boys wore gym shorts and t-shirts. But about an hour in, most boys had their shirts off due to the absolute extreme heat. I'm not exaggerating- it was so hot that the walls were perspiring and all the posters fell and the mirror in the bathroom area was literally foggy, you had to wipe it off to see anything. My good friends who had lived in our apartment last year were shocked that we were able to throw a half-decent party and just kept saying, "This is so weird..." Which it was- having the party and having them there made it feel like we were in a time warp back to when they lived here. We had people standing on tables, couches, chairs, singing and dancing and going nuts when certain throwbacks, such as Destiny's Child "Jumpin' Jumpin'", came on. Being that quiet hours had changed to midnight, we planned on kicking everyone out around 11:45, just to give ourselves some time to persuade the really drunk people to leave. Instead, our toilet overflowed at 11:20 and the police happened to be outside the building, so Ella (who was lovingly on sober duty) said, "ALYSSA get everyone out NOW" Taking my cue, I jumped up onto the coffee table and told everyone to get out. When they didn't really listen, Nate jumped up with me and, with a much deeper and more authoritative voice, said, "hey! ya'll don't have to go home, but you gotta get the fuck up outta here!" Mission accomplished- people stared at him for a second and then started filing out...Ella told him repeatedly that he was her favorite and that she loved him. When we finally got the last of the people out, we had about 20 of our friends still hanging out in the living room, fans in their laps on high, trying to cool off before heading out into the monsoon outside (stupid, now that I think about it...). As we were cleaning up, we realized that both toilets were broken, a wall hanging had literally been ripped out of the wall, random sweaty shirts were all over the apartment, the floor was damp from a mixture of things I don't want to the think about, our trashcans/recycling bins were overflowing, and we had 20 sweaty people laying all over our couches...but we had such a good time. Ella, sadly, hated it because she had to be the "boss" (like I was the weekend before) and deal with drunken idiots, loud music, and sweltering heat all while trying to keep us from being evicted, but next time it's someone else's turn ;)

woah...

Wow. I wish I had as much swag as these two little boys. What are they, 8 or 9? Better steal some moves and step my game up, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery...

http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhSLxE20N5N2kLFrM6

gym list #2

I have one of my many gym playlist's already posted, but I thought I'd share another after tonight's gym sesh...which also included a "Groovin' Cardio" class with a hilarious male teacher- in spandex, doing jazz hands.
Anyways...

1. Ima Boss- Rick Ross, Meek Mill
2. She Will- Lil' Wayne ft. Drake
3. Oh My (Remix)- DJ Drama, Trey Songz, Big Sean
4. Oh Yes- Juelz Santana
5. N* in Paris- Jay-Z & Kanye West
6. Neverland- J. Cole
7. Pot of Gold- The Game
8. Sicker Than Yo Average- Trey Songz, Biggie, Red Cafe
9. Si No Le Contesto- Plan B
10. Free Spirit- Drake ft. Rick Ross
11. Nas is Like- Nas
12. Drivin' Me Wild- Common
13. Home Town- Big Sean
14. Who Gon' Stop Me- Jay-Z & Kanye West
15. House Party- Meek Mill ft. Young Chris
16. Hate Me Now- Nas
17. Rolex- The Dream
18. Nasty- Rick Ross
19. Yeah- Usher
20. Bad Girls Club- Wale ft. J. Cole
21. Ring The Alarm- Beyonce

so good....enjoy

early morning awkwardness

So I decided to be extra ambitious this morning and go to the gym...at 6:45am. My roommate Ella and I both rolled out of bed, put on our clothes with our eyes still shut, split a cookie dough power bar, and made the five minute trek to the gym. A University bus drove past us and the driver shook his head as if to say, "Idiots, if it weren't for this campus job I'd still be sleeping...what the hell are you doing?" Surprisingly, there was a decent amount of other idiots...I mean people...there as well. I decided to start on the mats with stretching and then abs. I chose one near the back, behind the basketball courts, so that when I began to struggle on my last rep no one would be witness but me. Eyes shut, Drake singing about his trust issues coming through my headphones, I began my workout. No sooner had I done twenty crunches when about thirty boys walked over to me, and stood in a half-moon circle around me. Appalled, I tried to pretend that it didn't phase me...until a coach came over as well. Now I was in the middle of a circle of pretty good looking boys, with a coach laying down orders and explaining drills, while I tried to continue my crunches and make it look like shit wasn't a big deal...coooool. That lasted about two minutes. As soon as I tried to do a bicycle crunch I kicked a boy in the shin (really graceful, and yes, they were standing that close)- I got up, pretended I had better things to do then be an unofficial member on whatever "team" they were on, and walked away...almost into a girl who was jumping rope. After avoiding what could have been another fiasco, I finally made it into the weight room, found a free treadmill (which is a miracle most of the time) and happily ran to some early-morning introspective-driven lyricism by Nas.

ciao, bella!

So my sweet songtress, Maura, spent her last Thursday with me at UNH last night...so sad. Actually, it's more bittersweet- I wish she could spend every night in my room dancing and rapping Jay-Z, having sleepovers on the weekends, partying with our awesome friends, eating way too much at the dining halls, etc., basically what we did all last year- but knowing that she'll be roaming the countryside of Bra, Italy makes me so happy for her. Three months in the beautiful Italian countryside is exactly what she deserves; I hope she eats piles of homemade pasta, makes fresh pizza with a little old woman, drinks the most delicious red wine, and takes the most gorgeous pictures that make me green with envy......

WAIT. I was writing this Friday morning after she left; reminiscing about how awesome our night was. I figured a post about her would be perfect. But instead of finishing the post, I went to Chipotle and TJ Maxx with my roommates, and left the post to be finished when I got back later. Feeling good after a shopping high, we got back to our apartment around 7:30. I was getting drinks ready in the kitchen and cleaning up while my five roommates were all crowded around the bathroom area, dancing and laughing. I kept looking down and wondering why no one was coming out here to do the dancing where the music was the loudest but I didn't question it. Finally, I walked down the hallway and began making really important arrangements like who was going to shower first, what people were going to wear tonight, when people were getting here...serious stuff. Ella and I decided we'd shower first, so I turned to my bedroom to get my towel, but I didn't find my towel...I switched my light on and had a near heart-attack when Maura, sitting on my bed, said, "I'M BACK!" My response? Screaming. A lot of screaming. And jumping, a lot of jumping...the last jump being on top of Maura where I stayed hugging her, nearing tears. The girls all crowded around us, laughing and saying, "We knew the whole time!!"...those sneaky bitches. So, when I finally released Maura she told me that'd she'd made it about halfway home when she realized that there was no way in hell she was going to go into work tonight when tonight had the potential to be her last night with her friends. Pulling into a McDonald's, for an hour and half, she made a dozen phone calls and text messages trying to pull strings and re-arrange everyone's schedule so that she could get her shift covered and come back up. When she finally got something worked out, she called her boss. Of course, the boss asked the reason why she wouldn't be coming in, and Maura's response was, "I have to see my best friend before I go to Italy."

My girl.

shit my roommate says

I decided to share some hilarious quotes that I've accumulated over the past three years being at college that are absolutely hilarious and are filed under a Word document titled, "Shit My Roommate Says" much like the famous column "Shit My Dad Says". Here's a sampling of some of them....
Enjoy :)

"I made about $100 and blew it all on alcohol and command strips"
"I think I'm invisible to some people, like when people look at the glare from a solar panel reflection, that's like looking at my skin, you're instantly blinded because I'm so pale"
"Snow forts are for six year olds, this is like snow fort Knox"
"I'm gonna get so wasted and start acting out all the Harry Potter movies...by myself!"
"I guess I'll take her dignity and morals because she's losing both of them tonight"
"Skittles make even a rainy day seem sunny"
"Roommates are only good for two things: plucking eyebrows and cracking backs"
"I was gonna do no-shave-November but it's only been three days and I look like a pedophile"
"I just realized my Dad and I have the same taste in clothing"
"The kid's an animal- he tries to act all quiet and innocent, but give him three Rolling Rocks and it's a different story..."
"He spelled 'Rhode Island' wrong but then I looked at his abs and didn't even care"
"My lifestyle is not working out with macroeconomics right now..."
"He's a black-belt so I wouldn't physically fight him, but I'd tear his emotions apart"
"You're sexy like a box of chocolates"
"Look at that kid, the grave mistakes of first semester freshman year..."

little blessings

The first week of school is fondly called "Silly-bus" week...get it? Syllabus? I know, I know, hysterical. For my friends and me, it usually means non-stop laughing, hanging out, classes that are under an hour, sunshine, and nights of drinking, dancing, and catching up. This semester though did not start out as others usually do because of a horrible tragedy within a group of my friends. Though it didn't directly effect me, the indirect effect has been great. Maybe it's because sometimes I'm considered more sensitive than others, or I wear my emotions on my sleeve, but other people's sadness (especially my friends) effects me in an overwhelming way. I tend to want to hold other people's emotions for them, carry their burdens so they hurt less, or reach out so that they feel cared about and supported. I internalize their feelings as my own in the hopes that I can relate to what they feel or help in some way. Surprisingly, my friends have been laughing, drinking, and dancing like crazy at parties, their strength coming from the fact that they're together and still have each other and are able to share memories; but seeing their Facebook statuses shows me that deep down their pain is still unbearable, still haunts them when they're alone in their rooms at night. I prayed this morning for them all that they would find solace in each other, in the beautiful day outside, and the fact that there is strength in numbers and love within each other. I believe that everything happens for a reason; that people are a part of your life for a reason, whether they come and go quickly and leave you with a lingering smile, or are in and out of your life for years, or stand by your side like a rock until your ninety, there are no mistakes as to why they've interacted with you. Sometimes I think people inadvertently take for granted the friends they have, especially the ones who sincerely care about them. Good friends are a blessing. I think every once in a while we need to take a step back and look at the people in our lives and be thankful for how lucky we are.

"To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle." - Walt Whitman