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Someone who just finished season one of In the Flesh
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Someone who just finished season one of In the Flesh
Day One
I've been nominated for a five day gratefulness challenge on Facebook where I post three things I'm grateful for every day for, you guessed it, five days. Since that's kind of what this blog was supposed to be about in the first place, and since Facebook is the kind of place where I need to censor a lot of what I say, I decided to post on here instead.
I finished my last class of college last weekend, so it’s on the forefront of my mind when the idea of gratefulness comes up. So many people were responsible for helping me through the hell that was academia, and this could easily turn into a shopping list of people. Luckily, this isn’t the Oscars, and you can’t play me off the stage. This is a blog, and I get to put my shopping list out here if I damn well please.
- I’m immensely grateful for the caring and talented people who work at St. Ben’s that worked overtime on trying to get me my degree. Jackie, the incredible academic advisor who met with me at the beginning of nearly every semester assuring me that I could still pull off a four year degree, no matter how many strings she had to pull or loopholes she had to find for me. Ben, the statistics professor who let me turn in work a year and a half late and took time out of his summer not only to grade my mind-bogglingly late work, but also to explain how two-way ANOVAs work. Laura, the therapist who patiently waited for me to open up about my daddy issues and listened to literally hours of ranting about how awful ROTC boys were and how much a conservative Midwestern private college was crushing my soul. I'm grateful for Jen, who never judged me for how stupid the ROTC questions I asked her were and always knew the answer. I'm so grateful to Annie for listening to me whine about life over innumerable glasses of whine and/or tea and validating me more than any person should ever have to validate another.
- I’m grateful for my education itself. Not just the opportunities having a college degree will afford me in the future, but the inherent value of improving your knowledge base and academic abilities. I’m grateful for my stint as a nursing major that left me knowing not only that I could never deal with another person’s bodily fluids but also how those bodily fluids contributed to keeping the human body alive. I’m grateful to research methods and statistics for keeping me from ever falling for a study that was conducted years ago and refuted multiple times that tells me I shouldn’t vaccinate my kids or that I should eat a strict diet of kale and avocado for the rest of my life. I’m grateful for the awakening I had to the injustices of the world so that I can stop being part or the problem and start being part of the solution. I’m grateful to ROTC for teaching me how to disassemble and reassemble an M4 in 33 seconds. And what an M4 is. Come the zombie apocalypse I’ll probably be even more grateful than I am now.
- Finally, I am profoundly grateful for Smith 7. That apartment was the first time that any place at St. Ben’s felt like home. I will never be able to put into words how much it meant to me to have a home and roommates that I was excited to get back to at the end of every day. Living with people who offered unconditional support and love to me every day was the reason I stayed sane. You are the blood they were talking about when they said that blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Liz, Sara, Keegan, and Kayla, I will never be able to find sufficient words to tell you how much you guys mean to me or how grateful I am for our home.
I was going to say never have I ever been to comicon, but I totally have.
-sciencesara
Roommate: We're going out?
Roommate: I need to pregame.
Roommate: *sips tea*
My roommates and I have solved one of the great mysteries of the world: we learned how to take our shirts off like guys.
This is what my roommates and I did on our last night in the apartment
Official Smith Seven Snogging Scale
1) Eye fucking
2) Hugging
3) Hand holding
4) Cuddling in an sitting position
5) Kissing, no tongue
6) Cuddling horizontally
6.1- Side to Side Contact
6.2- Side to Side with Arms
6.3- Spooning
6.4- Pretzel Cuddling
7) Sleeping
7.1- Naps
7.2- Sleepover
8) Kissing, tongue
9) Over the shirt boob fondling
10) Over the pants Ass-Grabbing
11) Under the shirt, over the bra boob fondling
12) Straight up hand to boob contact
13) Dry Humping
14) Shirtless Making Out
15) Topless Making Out
16) Mouth to boob contact
17) Hand stuff
17.1- Girl Parts
17.2- Boy Parts
18) Dry Humping in Undies
19) Mouth stuff below the belt
19.1- Girl Parts
19.2- Boy Parts
20) Naked Making Out
21) Home Run