Movin Out

OK, Thought I would give you all an update real quick here. My three roommates and i DO NOT get along, at all. The thing is, I've gotten really sick of it. I was hoping that they would mellow out over the vacation, but unfortunately that has not happened. Now all of you may be asking what the problem is, but thats really hard to answer because it really is a combination of a lot of things. For one thing two of my roommates are so unrealistic that every time a breeze comes in I wonder of they are going to blow away like paper out the window, just because it seems as though they see the world one dimensional. Well, this is to say that it is a combination of a lot of things, the last straw being that I'm sick of them giving me the that-piece-of-shit look every time i walk in the room. So, instead of doing what I would like and bitching them out in a very Designing Woman sort of way, and storming back to my room thus ensuing a lot of fights and drama, Ray has talked me into just getting a room change, which is now possible thanks to the fact that there were a lot of drop outs and a lot of the rooms at the suits are empty. So lets hope that the next roommates are more agreeable and not such bitches. And no, I am not writing this angry, i am actually very calm, and am merely typing this to let you all know whats up. Chat me later.

Lifestyles of the Poor and Starving!!!!

Ok, so i was thinking when I was getting my room back to the way that I like it that none have you have seen my dorm yet, and i havn't really pasted any pics. of it. So I figured why not do an installment on my room first. I'd do more but I'm a bit tired.the above is the view of my room from the doorway. It's nice and small and my own space so I love it. And on the left you can see the 40$ lamp that i found under a lamp post at the begining of semester.
This is my desl, really cluttered, but you better like it because this is the cleanest that it's gonna look all semester.
This is the view from my bed, and you can see my armoir over there. My rooms a bit white and plain on this side, so i guess that i better buy a poster for it or something eventually.
And this is my sweet window. Sorry its sideways, but i cant get it rite side up in Blogspot. Haha too bad. By the way don't ya just love the Shoelaces that I use as curtain ties? They are pink and black checkerboard, ya gotta love em!

Well, this is the first installment of this whole, Lifestyles of the Poor and Starving. Tune in next time for the kitschen/living room!

New Blog

Yes!!! I have a new blog!!! Bookmark it, I know you want to!!!!
www.chopsticksandporn.blogspot.com

and no, there is no porn. I want that cleared up rite now. I just thought that that would make a cool title. haha, its empty now but soon it shall have many an image!!!

Wow, thats all that I have to say, just, WOW

I want to thank the randomly awesome person that left me a comment mentioning that they are adding my blog to their blogroll. I am honestly surprised at this because I never thought that someone randomly clicking through sites would find mine interesting enough to want to continue reading about my life and all the shit thats happened to me (and the inevitable shit thats gonna happen to me eventually, whether i like it or not). But hey, because i know that other people may be reading this, other than just close friends and family (and by family, you know who you are), i might try to remember to post more often, because its one thing to be yelled at by family that i haven't posted often enough, but by random strangers, well, thats something i don't need rite now. But hey, whatever gets me motivated, ya know. So all of my close friends and family should be happy to know that because i have even more responsibility to type in this, that i shall try to do just that, and type like, whats that? Why i think its, THE WIND. Sorry, had too. I'm a dork like that.
Oh and I'm working on making a new blog. I'm hoping that it's gonna look really good. I'm going to be posting my artwork on it, and hopefully i can get some good constructive criticism on it. After all, I'm only going to be posting 100% original artwork, so I'm going to need it.
thank you again random blogger, and please comment on my life as much as possible, cause after all, i do my best work when im on a deadline, so who knows, i might do better at life with an audience. Well, lets hope so.
Blog ya later, -Beth

Uuuuummmmm...........

Cha, well, ya.....I'm home now, so I'm not realy writing in my blog, cause, ya know, everyone back home now knows whats up with me now, cause your all around me. So yeah. I will however continue blogging as soon as I'm back at the college, I promise, and i hope that i will have much happier, funny and not so "oh my god Beth's gone crazy and is running wild" kind of stories. Well, I mean crazy is good, just not the, "yeah i had sex with a guy to get rid of another guy that was a shit and I saw that as the best way to get rid of him" kind of crazy. Although it makes a good plot twist for a book, its not so good in my life, except as good stories to tell around the water cooler during med time at the insane asylum that im obviously headed for. But at least with an arsenal like this Crazy Frederik might trade me a valium for a good story. I guess that thats called banking on the future. But, cha, I'm gonna type more after I go back, and since the semester starts on the 28th, I'll let you guess about when my next will be. So chat with ya then. Love ya, Beth

5 Guys, 2 Girls, 1 Bottle of Vodka and a Queen

Gas to get to the dorms - $12.00
2 boxes Jello - $1.63
1 bottle of vodka - $15.12
The cost of your best friend making a drunken scene about you and all of your personal stuff in front of all of your friends? - priceless

Yeah, I went to a friends apartment upstairs and they were all drinking and having a good time. Well, I have just started my grammatical manifestation, so I had to take some Midol for my stomach cramps which meant that I couldn't drink any alcohol. This is me doing the responsible thing. So I had the privilege of being one of the few sober people around the fully trashed people. This meant that I got to here all of this drunken banter and be able to write it all down to keep. these are my favorites:

Ray - Jesus died

Cory - in February
Ray - Jesus died in February? I thought I died in October?

Ray TO Josh - I made sexual advantagages to you... and I love you!

Ray TO Mat after mat agreed to making him ramen noodles - Your a hot and sexy squirrel on Mars!!

Cory - I wanna Punch a bear! How would that make you feel? I'd feel like the Billy bad ass

of the Forest!!! (This one is my favorite)

Now all of you should know as well that I do not drink alcohol that much as it is; when I do it just enough to get me tipsy, I know my limit and I do not go past that. All I like is the occasional, and I'm talking like every 5 weeks or so, time when i need to wind down and just get a tiny bit loose. But I only do it when I have a few close friends that I trust with me. I especially refuse to get drunk in that kind of setting that I was in last night though. Even though I knew everyone that was there, I would be afraid of making myself out a fool like Ray did last night.
Last night, ray took five shots of 80 proof vodka and two vodka Jello shots. Then he talked Mat into one more shot of vodka. Ray, who is a big guy, was pretty drunk. Ray started making a whole scene about me and all of my shit and past choices and everything. All of which was stuff that no one else was supposed to know about and was really embarrassing to have him yell about drunkenly. What was more embarrassing was when I couldn't calm Ray down and get him to stop yelling at me, Josh had to step in and get him to stop and talk him down. It was so awful because it was all of this personal shit and then Josh felt that he had to get in there and calm him down before he said more shit about me. I was not the only one there that was sober. Sam, Josh, and Mat were sober and Joe had already sobered up by this point in the night. So everyone had to hear all of my personal business like that . And what made me so mad was when it was 2:30 in the morning, I'm dog tired from taking care of two really drunk people. one of whom cut himself whittling, and then to have Ray screaming all of my personal shit, I ended up leaning back on Mat because I was so tired and so overwhelmed. What I'm mad about is that when Ray saw this he screamed, "Oh and now your gonna Fuck him to! Thats just great!" and then continued on that. This made me so mad because Mats a close friend of mine and Ray just seemed to be saying everything that he knew could get me as upset as possible. God I just wanted to cry at the crescendo just because I was so tired and exhausted and ray just kept yelling and screaming about me.
I hated the end of the night with ray but I'm glad that I was there to witness that. It really solidified the fact that I never want to get drunk. That I'm fine with being mildly tipsy and that dunk is a level that I never want to achieve. You say things that you never want to say, you make an ass of yourself, its easier to get hurt and to hurt other people, and it just changes you, and not always for the better. And this is something that I don't want to be a part of.

On a Lighter Note

So that all of you know rite now, I am breaking it off with Caleb as soon as i see him. I just cant do this anymore. What we have is not something that I'm looking for. Probably because theres not much there at all and I'm just not that kind of girl. I guess that I needed to go through it a bit to realize that though. You see, I do learn, I just need to experience some things for myself first at times, even if it ends in a bit of heartache and frustration, its still a learning point, and I still found out more about who I am in the long run.
Oh also, when I go home, my tooth will be fixed!!! My last appointment is on the 18th and then I'll be going home on the 21st. So yeah, I won't have a gapped tooth smile anymore.
Also, I wrote this amazing essay for my English class. We had to do a research paper on a topic of our choice. The teacher is amazing, Sandy, I swear I love her. She reminds me of an erect, more stable, non chain smoking Miss Gilray. Like Miss G, she is addicted to her coffee so there is that. But I figured that I would post my essay because it really is the best one that I have ever written and I actually like it. (and see Heather, I am writing essays, even though I normally hate them)

We should be dead, and we know it

I woke up in the parking lot, on the black top. I got up on my elbows and saw the blurry forms of my glasses and cell phone in front of me. They found there way into my left hand, and I sat up. The surrounding cars were dark, blurry, and empty. There was no one in the parking lot or surrounding area.
Something trickled down my neck. My hand moved to my face, and returned covered in blood. Even with this sight, the implications did not register in my mind. I did not panic, in fact I didn’t think much of it. Even though I skidded forward a couple of feet on pavement I couldn’t feel any pain.
I was sitting there for a minute or two when I remembered what happened and who I was with. I turned completely around and saw him laying on the ground. I stood and walked the few feet to His body. Kneeling at His side, the only visible sign that he was alive was His chest slowly moving up and down. He was unconscious.
My cell phone has no minutes on it, so I couldn’t call 911. The thought to reach into His pockets and look for His phone didn’t enter my mind. It wouldn’t have helped anyways because they did not find His phone until after the accident. It had skidded a few feet away from him on impact with the ground. The surrounding area was still deserted, yet all I could do was scream for help. After all I wasn’t going to leave His side. So I
screamed and pleaded for someone to come, as loud as I could. Soon, an older couple came out of the back door to the building closest and walked the distance to us. When the
women took in the scene she went into a state of shock. She sat down on the dark ground about two feet away from us, silent and staring. The man with her said that he was going to go and find help, then ran to the front of the building. The women silently watched us the entire time, never moving from her corner of the concrete.
Soon after the man came back with a security guard in toe. I had known this guard since the beginning of the semester, he works in my dorms but his name still escapes me. The guard informed me that he was trained as an EMT, and continued to position His head on the ground to keep it from being damaged any further. Before he could radio out for help, one of my roommates stumbled upon the scene. She had decided that she had to take a midnight trip to Wal-Mart and just happened to stumble upon us at the right time. She pulled out her cell phone and called 911 for medical help.
While my roommate was on the phone, He started to awaken a bit. Every time He would start to come out of the fog he would try to stand up. Because there was no one else there yet, and the guard had to keep his head held in position, I had to be the one to keep pushing him down. It was now that I felt that one of my teeth had been broken in half, but I still felt no pain because “The adrenalin created by an abrupt blast of stress sends a flood of oxygen-rich red blood cells through your body, boosts your immune system, and signals your brain to start releasing painkilling endorphins” (Tust).
The time that it took for the ambulance and police to arrive is lost on me. I was told afterward that it took about half an hour after the call, but it felt like ten minutes to
me. When the EMTs arrived, they loaded Him onto a stretcher, and loaded him into an ambulance. Next they made me lay down on the ground and put a neck brace on me. Then they put me on a bored which they used to transfer me to the stretcher and loaded me into a separate ambulance.
When the doors were shut I was introduced to my two personal emergency medical technicians. One was a middle aged man, the other a young blonde women. They told me what they were doing at every step so that if I had questions or concerns I could voice them. They told me when they attempted to put the IV in my arm all three times and when they finally achieved there goal. They also inform me when they cut up the legs of my jeans and down my shirt so that they could safely look for injuries that they thought couldn’t wait for the hospital. Luckily there are none. My entire body however is shaking uncontrollably, which happens “if body temperature drops below 90 F” (Hypothermia and…). I asked my technicians and they informed me that even though it was a mild night, that and I was wearing a hoodie, that the stress and adrenalin levels made it possible for hypothermia to set in to my body. “Hypothermia is when the body gets cold and loses heat faster than the body can make it” (Hypothermia and…). They put blankets over me to help get me warmer, but the shaking continued. What kept me going was asking more and more questions throughout the rest of the trip and learning what I could about the many tests and things that they were doing to me.
When we arrived at the hospital, they pulled me from the ambulance and wheeled me into an emergency room. Five or six male doctors massed over me. They took of my blankets and cut and removed what was left of my jeans and shirt. They then continued to
slice and remove my bra and underwear. I was still strapped to the stretcher so there was nothing that I could do about it even if I did have the energy. Thus began the poking and prodding by every doctor there to make sure that there were no more injuries then what could be visibly seen. When they were done with their questions about whether I had any allergies and my medical history, and everyone had done there job as of yet, they left me in the room to do there own work.
I was alone sans one male nurse who had been charged with the job of cleaning the wounds on my face. It was when he was swabbing at the bloody area at my chin that the pain started to kick in. Within ten minutes of when he started, all of the pain hit me like a wave. It was now than I could feel all the scrapes on my chin and lower lip, the skinned knees and elbows and the pain of the exposed nerve in my broken tooth. And on he cleaned, bringing feeling and pain with each movement of the cloth. Soon I was in agony and unable to move because I was still strapped to the stretcher, yet I didn’t fight the straps or moan in pain. I merely focused on ignoring the pain by asking him questions about himself and his job, where se was from and how long he’d been doing his job, while wincing at every movement he made on my face.
When he was done I was left alone in the room for a long time. The time is not something that stuck prominently in my mind because I could never move my body to see a clock. I was still strapped to the stretcher and still had my head in a neck brace, so my movement was limited. When the MRI machine was free, they wheeled me in and placed me on the machines bed for a CT scan. “A computer tomography (CT) scan uses x-rays to make detailed pictures of structures of the body” (Essig). They passed me through it twice
and then a female nurse came to my side. She injected an iodine dye into my IV to “make structures and organs easier to see on the CT pictures.” (Essig). When the dark liquid entered my veins, a metallic taste entered my mouth like someone tossed a buck fifty in pennies in and shut my jaw. Then a warmth began to spread through my body, a wave of warmth that started at my arms to and moved to my legs. At first the warmth was welcoming and nice. Then the temperature began to rise alarmingly fast. It felt as though I was being roasted from the inside. This intense heat lasted for about ten minutes and then began to subside to a dull warmth that was very easy to live with.
Still I’m strapped to the stretcher, unable to move and they leave me in another room to wait. People move around me on there way to other parts of the building. All I could do was lay there and wait for whatever was next. After what felt like a long time a nurse retrieved me for some x-rays. They needed to check my jaw to see how bad the injuries were there, and to see if I had any internal damage in my chest and stomach. Luckily, even through the severity of the accident, I had no internal wounds, just my scraped up face and limbs and missing tooth.
A while after this they took off my neck brace and removed the straps holding me down. After a small fight with the nurses, they then let me slowly get up and move myself into a stationary medical bed. The doctor then entered with a lot of charts and x-rays and told me that I would need some time to recuperate and would have a lot of scars on my face, but that I would be fine. So he discharged me.
I was able to walk out of that hospital, at eight am, with a broken tooth and some minor aches and scrapes. Today I am fully healed with very minor scaring where each of
my scrapes were. My tooth is very close to being fixed, after having two root canals done on the same tooth and am close to getting it capped.
My friend was in the hospital for a week. He has no visible injuries. He was however unconscious for about twenty four hours and was out into a chemical induced coma for six hours. The only injuries that he sustained were a bruised lung, fractured skull and some brain trauma. He is now up and walking, talking, and living like nothing ever happened to him, even though every doctor that saw him told him that he should be fully paralyzed from the impact.
We have both talked about the accident and the events that led to it and the after affects a great deal of times. Both of us have come to our own conclusions about what happened. The most important thing that we agreed on is that we should both be dead.