Statistics is a no go...

So, remember how I talked about taking an online course and what not. Well, they finally posted up the basic information about what I'll be needing for the class and what not. So I check the required Textbook and see that theirs also a software we must buy with the textbook and in big bold letters the teacher writes "NOT COMPATIBLE WITH APPLE".

You must be friggin kidding me. I have been running Apple computers since my childhood I remember the imac g3 and its big bulky backing and pretty blue see-though windows, I remember the powermac laptops, and my first laptop the g4 macbook. All of the technology in my home tends to be decorated in a little apple logo and even these very words I type are written on my beloved macbook pro. So for someone to tell me that a program simply wont work with my computer but still require me to take the class I'm a -tad- upset.

Obviously the teacher wasn't the most computer literate and she meant that it doesn't run on Apple operating systems- the beloved OS. So the simple way of going around this is to use bootcamp (a free apple program), and run windows on my computer. Sadly I've sworn to never run such a horrible operating system on my beloved computer-- Its just not cool...

Words of advice: Find out the required computer before enrolling in a class...

New semester so soon!

So, in a whopping 12 days the fall semester will be starting and I'll be balancing school, a job, hanging with friends, and of course, this blog. Think I can do it? Although some of you may say no, I think I can do it since I'm awesome and all >.>. Though I will admit their were times where instead of paying attention I'd be writing a blog on how the teacher was being nonsensical. Then there were times where I'd be working at 1AM and the store would be empty- I brought my law book and would be catching up on reading. As for socializing >.> I still am a bit of an anti social within the college.

BUT, I have faith that with the start of this new semester I will become better at my time management and manage to do everything in a timely manner. It be a lie to say I didn't scoff as I wrote those very words. I mean, I'm a procrastinator those sort of habits don't just die over night. Plus, some of my best work comes out of staying up until 5AM with a Redbull at hand and music blasting. However, I will try my very best to be a good student something that my grades reflect. Now that I think about it I'm amazed that I made it through my first year with a near perfect average of 3.919.

Alas my standards are set high as I will attempt straight A's this semester in order to boost my average just a bit more. Fellow students with me luck on my endeavors.

Words of advice: Always aim for the impossible that way when you don't reach your goal you wont be disappointed.

Dave and Busters in NYC ^.^

To those of you who have never been to Dave and Buster's I must say that it is a necessity that you visit especially the one in Manhattan on 42nd street and broadway. Dave and Busters is every adult gammers dream and is basically an adult Chuck E Cheese where there is great food and tons of games. From shooting games like Rambo and Time Crisis, to the classic DDR machines, to big spin-y wheels where you win lots of tickets. Its just a whole mess of fun for everyone!

Well, today I went to Dave and Busters for my fourth of fifth time and like every other experience I had an amazing day. The reason I bring all of this wonderfulness of Dave and busters up is because Berkeley College does a Dave and Busters day and I'll be attending when next they do it. Last year they did it in the 42nd street one and charger $5 for entry and you got a $10 game card. There was all supposedly a bunch of food and it was all quite fun.

Sadly, I didn't go being too meek of a freshman and what not. However, I IMPLORE YOU all Berkeley College students should attend this event it just seems like a lot of fun and you can even bring out of school guests too!

To throw in randomly, Dave and Buster's also has a GIANT crane machine too-- I have two huge dolphins from it.

Words of advice: If you're afraid of the dar just close your eyes and run.

Is more less?

I know this is probably a very hard to discuss topic but I need to know... Is more sometimes less? I know, confusing way to word things but I can't think of a better way to word it. The reason I ask this is because at work I was written up for my outfit which was a red shirt, black leggings, and red shorts over the black leggings. Yes, the shorts were VERY short, but I was wearing leggings so what did it matter? That was my logic, I was in fact wearing more clothing than required because I have worn just leggings and a shirt before and received no 'write up'. Apparently someone (an annoying coworker) has complained that I was wearing short shorts which was against dress code. Mind you that this coworker had worn leggings numerous times.

To make a long story short because I wore the shorts I was pulling more attention to my rather voluptuous behind. I understand this, but why is it that wearing more clothing counts as wearing less at times? I mean under this same principal leggings should be like walking around pants-less.

I suppose I need the 'male' point of view on this so please comment. Also, all fashion majors please explain the concept of accessorizing adding 'less' to an outfit.

Words of the wise: Red shorts are a nono at work >.>

What I want to do...

Hey guys, I realized I never really touched on what I wish to do with my life and although I am an accounting major this defines very little about what I wish to do.

As some of you may have guessed I am very passionate about writing and take pleasure in simple storytelling and overdramatizing daily activities. I love writing, yet I will never do it as a career because I find being forced to write will destroy all the emotion I have towards it. My father is a photographer and I never see him take pictures for simple pleasure anymore, and although he loves his job it is still a job meaning he is forced to compromise his views often. From this I have learned that perhaps you shouldn't work as what you love because you risk loving it.

However, I do not plan on having my miraculous articulation skills go to waste in some dead end job. I want to be a lawyer who will argue her way through the legal system pursuing the masses to see her side. I've always enjoyed arguing and turning words against people and I am always told I have a natural ability to argue and win against foes, so being a lwayer just seems to be the logical decision.

I do plan to write while I am a lawyer, though. In my fantasy world where everything goes according to plan I'll publish a book or two while I work as a lawyer and never become rich off of it, but one day someone would do a report on one of my books. However, this is in my fantasy world...

Words of the wise: Dream big, and live trying.

New York

Having lived in New York my entire life I often wonder what tourists find so interesting in the grey jungle known as the big apple. People are constantly trying to scam tourists with 'gold' watches, or 'hot' deal, and yet tourist seem to enjoy every ounce of the trash people scheme. I mean, what's so interesting about staring up at a tall building? I just don't get it...

I've been to the empire state building when I was little, and also to the statue of liberty and what not. However, none of it was ever very significant to me. Their are only a few places that I can stay at for hours in the city, and my favorite one would be 42nd street's toys R us. The reason I can stay there for hours is because of the rather well kept DDR machines they possess and my love for pressing buttons. I don't know why but when I see a toy possessing lots of buttons I just have to press them all... I'm the girl you keep the 'red button' away from.

Outside of DDR at toys r us, my heart would go to the Elevated acre in downtown manhattan. Its a beautiful peaceful grassy area located 2 stories above the ground filled with trees, grass, and benches. Its never over populated and its always perfectly clean, to me the ElEvated acre is a must see. However to tourists, its too much like home I suppose.

Todays words of the wise: We always want what we don't have.

Older Brother, school, and poem

So, my brother has always had a way with words- his words being the most cruel and striking by far. Although he is normally a lot less dramatic when he chooses to pick a fight with me today he was very over the top. His topic this time was school and how I am destined to fail. I know, amazing big brother, right?

For about 30 minutes he told me how school is pretty pointless because I'm destined to be mediocre because that's just the way I am. I want to be a lawyer, and he said I could be one, but it wouldn't matter because I'd still just be average. Average, I hate that word i hate the idea of being nothing more than outside of the ordinary. I have always strived to be above average intellectually, but perhaps I'm destined to just be apart of the masses. That however wasn't the worst of what he said...

As of current I work as a cashier in Pathmark, he said I might as well keep that position. That is my biggest fear. So after an hour of crying my eyes out I decided to ignore him and write this lovely blog. Whilst writing this I feel a need to stress I will not give up in school. I will graduate, and then go to Law school, and I will not be an average face. School is important even if its just to enable your dreams to come true.

On a completely different note, I wrote a poem that is suppose to be read as a conversation and I'd love to know what you guys think of it.

There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear,

so lets have ourselves a little poem.

Because the words we mean cannot be spoken,

the truth and lies become convoluted in the middle ground.

You'll raise that glass to your lips and drink my memory away.

As we yearn to fill ourselves with empty calorie conversations.

But we'll do no such thing, and allow ourselves to drift apart.

We used to speak for something, but now we just recycle our lives.

Saving up for another in hopes to fill a never-ending void?

What have we become just a glorified memory for the heart?

No, your memory is painted black with hopes of forgetting.

I suppose that's ok, yours is ripped to shred.

It's only in person do I realize the truth, I suppose unrequited love does that.

I wish I could have loved you, maybe one day I will.

One day will never come because I'll paint you black as you have me.

I'll delete your existence from my memory. Goodbye.

Farewell. To think these were the last words said.