Kelly Goes Clubbing

"So how late are you going to bed tonight Kelly? Seven thirty? Eight? Don't tell me you're going to push it to eight thirty?!" giggled my hall friends at dinner. The three guys grinned at me knowing I would blush and laugh and say, "I was thinking seven tonight."

But that was not the response they got. Instead they heard words they never thought would leave my mouth. 

"I'm going clubbing tonight." I might've smirked just a little at their surprise. 

Of course they hardly believed me, but the doubt was in their minds already and I was a different person than I had been only seconds ago. 

So how did clubbing go? 

Terrible. Clubbing is terrible. I went with a couple friends and a couple of their friends. The three of us girls got ready after some Starbucks in my adventure friends dorm. She did my makeup and her roommate straightened my hair. How fun it was to get dressed up and feel just a little sexy! 

I even returned to my dorm to drop a few things off and maybe a bit to get my hall mates to see that I was serious. I strutted to my room in my little red heels and little black dress so excited to show off. And i did get a lot of surprised comments! It was a great start to the night.

But then we went to the club...

The club was dark and loud and awesome. Lights were flashing every where and the music was pounding in our little, naive chests. But we had made a mistake. We had dressed cute, and not like lazy, just rolled out of bed, I'll beat you up if you touch me, rough girls.
Mistake #1.
We made our way excitedly out onto the dance floor hand in hand so we didn't lose each other. And then we started dancing.
Mistake #2.
The guys were instantly attracted to our macarana dancing and suddenly we were being groped and grinded. Instantly the night turned from great night to night fright. We started making our way out of the dance floor. We took the obvious path, you know, the one that wove to the edge of the crowed and pressed out through the side.
Mistake #3.
The guys at the edge of the dance floor are the ones that don't even want to seduce women by grinding and groping, but just want to grab you and make out with you. NO! Both me and my friend were so grossed out and we got through the crowd just in time. We decided to go explore the club. All we found were gross men. I was instantly not into it. "Let's go get coffee or something," I yelled over the not-music. We decided to leave.
MISTAKE #4!
Ok, maybe it wasn't a huge mistake, seeing as we were practically punching men to get the off of us. But it was downtown Denver, where were we supposed to go? Obviously my choice was the best lit area, 16th street. I know 16th street has lots of light and police everywhere. And it does. But nonetheless is was not a good situation to be in. We were two girls in high heels with no guy, which we should have had.
We made our way rolling our eyes at drunk men to Subway, the only place that isn't a club that's still open at 2:00 in the morning. Meanwhile, we weren't sure our ride back home was going to come through. We were ready to spend an all-nighter at Subway with the company of the normal people that filtered through.
Finally our ride came to pick us up after a lot of anxiety and stress. I was happy to be home once we finally made the 45 minute drive back.

I think the moral of the story is that I'm not meant for clubs and never will be. But that's one experience I had to get over with, and at least I was with a good friend and I proved that I'm still city savvy! After all of this, I don't know if I'm up for Zombie Crawl tonight, so I might just go to sci-fi movie night and chill out. Adios amigos!!! I'll update you on more October fun later!

3 Types

Hello people of the Bloggersphere! It has been quite a while since my last post and I cannot possibly catch you up! One subject remains on my mind though. This is about the groups of people in college.

There are about three types of people in college. The group walkers, solo swallowers, and the skateboarders. Solo swallowers are the somewhat quiet people who generally eat their grub in silence studying over a large science book or pondering the state of their food.
Skateboarders, well, the word almost speaks for its self. Skateboarders are the people that throw themselves into any activity without a care in the world. They skate by with no means of stopping or even the idea to do so.
And then there are the group walkers. Have you ever been strolling to class minding your own business near the curb, when suddenly a group of people begins approaching you without even a glance in your direction? Where are you supposed to go? Group walkers have the mentallity of always being together no matter what. If seperated or even disturbed the entire world could explode or something else dramatic.

Lately, I see a lot of group walkers. I can't seem to get anywhere without being forced into a gutter or onto the grass or even into a tree. Seems like every step I take I might be upsetting the balance of the group walker's natural environment. Don't get me wrong, I understand the group walk mentality, I am a bit of a group walker myself. I understand the feeling of falling behind and suddenly being pushed from not only the conversation but the friendship altogether. I understand. But I also understand that sometimes I SHOULD BE ABLE TO WALK ON THE PUBLIC SIDEWALK!

Dispite the sudden abundance of group walkers, it's been a great week, and a busy week. The huge highlight was getting to see Jason Mraz in concert last night with my little sis and my mom. My mom saw him in a tiny venue long ago before the enormity of "I'm Your's" and his rise to fame. She returned to give Maddy and I the gift of Mraz, and we have loved him ever since. This was my second time seeing him at Red Rocks, and it beat every other concert of my life, and I've seen some pretty amazing concerts! Whether it was the constant music and non-stop fun or the bright neon graphics surrounding his beautiful voice, I was in awe of his performance. You really don't know a performance until you see him in concert, it's amazing.

Well, I hope everyone is having a great end of September! Keep on keepin' on!

The Library Story

She clenches the sneeze as her fingers type
Choking loudly as she gasps for air
Blonde hair pouting with her silent gripe
Keyboard shaking from her angry glare

A man walks by, coat streaked with mire
Across the floor his boots paint stains
He droopingly saunters to retire
Couches beckon to take his strains

These are the people of the library
Seeking secrets of the sphere
Whether they are joyful or wary
Into books become King Lear

Strokey Beard they christened him
As a seat he never takes
Soothing his hair with a smile so grim
Heels dragging as the breaks

She examines the man with a sneer
Knowing something I do not
Humorous orbs behold the beard so sere
She returns to type a bit distraught

Acquainted with each other from the past
Or maybe from another life
They regard one another with eyes of glass
Anger coldly slicing like a knife

Do you want to know their story?
For I am sure it is one of show
Be it full of books and glory
Or be it of anger and of woe

From where they come I do not know
But I know that they share their zeal
With words of William Yeats or Thoreau
Underneath they are most genteel

These are the people of the library
Seeking secrets of the sphere
I do not know all of their story
But I know it resembles Shakespeare

Your Bike

You walk out of the creaky building out onto the cool, stone steps. Your shoes pound music into every step as you walk towards your precious vehicle: your bike. The silver flowers swirl up the purple metal and a twinkle of light winks at you as you approach.

Gently pulling out the little black key you push it into the lock. With a twist, your soulmate is free. Practically feeling the air rushing through your hair already, you lovingly pull on that purple frame. Stubbornly, she holds to the rack. Another little pull. Still your cherished bike grips the cold metal. Slight frustration rises in your chest. Deep breath. With another tug you feel that annoyance mounting to your neck. Then your cheeks. Then as you yank and tear at that brainless hunk of metal you feel the anger lash out through your hands, your feet, your mouth, your eyes, your ears, and even your hair is standing on end.

Looking around you see the ugly, black handle of a mountain bike besetting your precious. With another glance, your passionless, angry eyes see another bike clutching to the other side of your bike. You jerk on the black handled garbage. Then you pull on the peddles lodged in the tires of your beloved. Then you yank. Then you tear.

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

Your precious paramour is lodged between the two most unforgiving pieces of rubble that one has ever laid eyes on. Tears well in your eyes as you imagine your life with your love, paralyzed between the racks. All those roads you journeyed, all the paths you traveled, are just memories now. Now you must learn to care for your bike as it survives the cold pinch of the winter, the mudslides of the spring, and the melting heat of the summer.

Falling to your knees, you look up to the sky. "WHY?" you scream as devastated tears fall to the ground. Rain begins to fall from a suddenly dark sky and thunder gouges the ground around you.

You reach to touch your purple inamorata one last time before you take to the streets on foot like a common dog. Suddenly that love of your life, your way of transportation, slides gently out into your outstretched arms. And just like that, you are together again. You see the future you have together, your arms dangerously spread wide on an empty road, the chase of the wind, the heart melting love of eternity. You step onto her peddles, forgiving those unfortunate mountain bikes for their hostility in an instant, because they will never be as beautiful as your bike, your love. 

Saturday

This video is mainly for my parental units to show them what my saturday looks like! Love you guys!

Work for Today:
Hike with a cappella friend
Eat lunch with a cappella friend
Laugh a lot with a cappella friend
Get home
Edit for hours
Publish saturday's work

What I Did With My Day

Giggle McGee

Woo Girl (n.):

A woman usually between the ages of 18-24 who shows her excitement and fun that she is having with her friends by exalting with a "WOOO" usually in unison with 4-5 other whoo girls.

I am... *gulp*.... a woo girl. I suppose I've always been a woo girl, but I did not see it until now. I assumed I woo'd only when line dancing or watching a performance, but no. I woo all the time. See what makes a woo girl is not only her unique call, but also the chirps and tweats that accompany the great call of "WOO". The OMG's, the "Oh No You Di'int", and the signature "GASPS" all make a woo girl. And I, my dear friends, am a woo girl.

This discovery came about over this weekend. After another crazy few days, I have discovered my inner woo. I went to a party with my adventure friend where it was so loud the only thing we could do was woo. Then we met a super nice, and very attractive guy who showed us how to get onto the roof of one of the buildings on campus. It was beautiful in the moonlight and so high up. The blue to green light from a far off building gave the illusion of our own Northern Lights.

Returning to the party I found I was all woo'ed out, or so I thought. We said our good bye's and went to watch our friend sing in his a cappella group. While waiting for him, the lovely fountains in the courtyard beckoned for us to come dance. So we took off our shoes and ran through the streams of water, hoping that no one could see us as we squealed with glee into the night. Above our woos, we began to hear the tones of the Buffoons, the all male a cappella group coming from the archways. We turned to see most of them in suits as well as our friend who we had probably totally embarrassed! We woo'd our way through their performances and then the three of us returned to my dorm to talk for another few hours.

The next day I took the day off. No woo girling for me that day, just some smiles and giggles but no real loud personality. Until the night when I was invited to watch a sci-fi movie with a good friend! Let the woos begin! I was so excited that all my OMG's were flying around and I was Giggles McGee.

Then yesterday I had a great night hanging with sci-fi friend and another old friend for the whole night after eating breakfast with my adventure friend and a cappella friend. We sat and talked for so long that we stood up, got lunch, and sat down again to eat. SO LAZY! But the whole day was great, although I might have scared my mom with how much energy I had when I called her at 10:00pm.

Knowing how much of a woo girl I am, I guess there's no changing it. I suppose I should accept my inner woo, and allow the woo to come through. It's the only thing to do!

Kerplop

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                                                         ghs
        

                                           the
         
                                                                   rain

                                                   as
                             
                                                it
                                                                 fal
                                                                      ls
                             to
   
                                               the
                     
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                                                             und. 

6 Lessons

It's been a crazy week!
A crazy COUPLE weeks!
But I made it!

In the past two weeks I have done more stuff than I have ever packed into that amount of time. I have changed dorms (a very hard process), seen The President of the United States, ran around to classes, done all of my homework, figured out how the printers worked, talked on the phone to a billion different people for hours, and missed my family like crazy. But now it is a Thursday night. I am done with my homework for the rest of the week and am sitting in the dining hall after friend skyping. Soon I'll be off to get some double F ("free food") with my adventure friend and then am going to see another friend sing into the night. Tomorrow's hopefully another jam packed day and then the next day I'm hiking!
So what have I learned about college in the past two weeks?

#1: If you want pineapples you have to get to the fruit early. I stood by one day as four people in a row walked by the fruit bowl and took only their favorite fruit, pineapple. This is unacceptable. Upon seeing Obama I should have brought up this important issue, but alas, I did not.

#2: Always sit in the front of the class. I have really been making an effort to sit in front of all of my classes. It seems to be the best way to not be distracted as well as being recognized by teachers. The closer you sit, the easier life will be. I decided to test this theory today by sitting in the back of my Mexican-American Lit. class. Demonstrated by the doodle birds now decorating my notebook, my theory was correct.

#3: Dont drink pepsi for dinner. Just don't do it. Staying up all night is a terrible thing and it's just bad for you. DRINK SOME MILK!

#4: Always, always, always respect the cleaning woman. By respect I mean clean up after yourself and give her a nice hello. While doing this, however, there is a very important rule. Do not, I repeat, do not, stay around too long. The cleaning woman will have a fit and throw you out herself. Trust me, if you see the cleaning woman, smile, throw in a thank you (because come on, she is doing a job that is vital), and then book it as fast as you can. I really appreciate the cleaning woman that comes into my dorm bathroom, but I seriously never wanna get kicked out with half a made-up face and barely dressed again.

#5: When in doubt, shout out. Ok, don't shout, but calmly ask for help. I have had to really woman-up this past week to get my voice heard. Whether it is going to see your Spanish teacher because you don't understand a simple homework problem, emailing your Advisor, or talking to Housing to try to move, it must be done. Without speaking up, you won't get anywhere you wanna be.

#6: Always have at least six bullet points.

Dear Fruit Pockets

Dear Fruit Pockets,

You are diminutive
But strong in your belief
Even as a fugitive
And even as a thief

Upon seeing your hold bursting
With secrecy and stealth
My imagination begins thirsting 
For some green apple health

Covert missions from a meal
Bananas, oranges, and pears
Leave comestibles to conceal
Until returning to your lair

Oh don't you know to bring a pack
A vessel for your stow?
Or do you prefer to hold your stack
Keep your profile low?

I wish I had your grit
To steal from the hand that feeds
But I would never make it
Away with so much ease

So stay diminutive 
Stay strong in your belief
Stay a fugitive
And please just stay a thief


This is my ode to the guy I just saw stumbling heavily through the doors to our building. His hands full with the days gatherings and pockets overflowing, I felt I owed him a special poem for his bravery in stealing all that food from the dining hall. I hope he has a heavenly next month with all that food! 

I Am Posting

Upon waking up and going to breakfast I ran upon an old friend. This is no normal friend. Maybe we smuggled some food from the dining room. Maybe we got free t-shirts and sunglasses. Maybe we signed up for auditions for the a cappella group. Just maybe we did all of those things, although the amount of awesomeness contained within these adventures must not be let out by describing them as accomplished feats. With my friend and a guy she brought along (who was also awesome), we rained magnificence upon the campus! 

Then it was time for the real stuff. With my first ever college class approaching in the hour, I charged to my advisor's office to meet with her about the demon encounter. But more on that later....

With a woosh of energy and a half ton of information, my Linguistics teacher was out the door and I was headed for my next class. Hardly believing an entire class had gone by, I walked stunned to my next class past the fountain and through the flurry of backpacks and racing students. By the time I was sitting down I was freaked for this next class. Spanish. Everyone was going to know more than me. Everyone was going to bypass my touch-and-go language skills. Did that happen?

No.


It didn't.


Señora Moreno danced into the tiny room practically spewing Spanish. And guess what? I understood everything! I'm psyched! I can literally enter that class without any fear of being shamed for my inner language nerd. Life is great! 

After a fun, but long trip to Target with my adventure friend, I am finally getting ready to snuggle into bed. A group of people are sitting outside having fun, but I don't think I can take one more step. Or blink one more time even. So I'm headed to a perhaps quixotic bed. Good night fellow humans. I love you all.

Why I Didn't Go to the Concert

My reason for not attending the concert yesterday:

        While doing my seventeen minute trudge back to the dorm last night at about 8:00pm, I noticed a strange figure coming towards me. Could my eyes be deceiving me? This diffident creature approaching me in the dusk could not be human. No. It had to be a monster, a lost soul maybe. I continued to walk thinking of all my supernatural hunting skills. Did I have any silver, any holy water or salt? Not a single defense apparatus to liberate me from the hell this beast would surely deliver me. And on the off chance it was human; well let's just say that maybe I can throw a few punches but my aim is not great.
        Considering my options I realized I had nowhere to run and no one to run too. The main road was a good ten minutes away and in the direction of the demon. Sensing my impending doom, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the fight that would come.
        Suddenly, in the blink of an eye and a flash of my life, the creature had gone. Shaking my head, I laughed at my foolish ways and began to stroll along, maybe slightly faster than I had begun. Plugging my earphones back in, Jim Morrison began to sing his hauntingly simple lyrics. As my feet tapping to the beat of the ballad, I hardly noticed the foot steps resonating through the tunnel behind me. But hardly was more than not at all. I realized the demon had circled around me. A dangerous game of tag commenced.
         I had already established earlier that to turn and fight would mean certain death. So I began trotting towards the sounds of sirens and speeding cars. Faster and faster until I felt like I was
                        stairs.
                up
running

          Undoubtedly, this monster was coming for me.
          "Hey! You!"
          I slowed to turn but did not stop. "Yes?" I said sweetly to maybe amend his judgement.
          "You wannnnna have some funn?" The dark spirit slurred.
          "Sorry," I squealed as I bolted. I ran from the demon as fast as I could. I ran towards my friends, my family, my existence, and towards that damned highway that seemed to get farther away the harder my breath.
          Finally I saw it. The road. I saw people walking and laughing. There were angry drivers honking and green and red lights whirring. I spun around to face that monster, primed for victory by drawing on the energy of all those humans around me. But to my surprise, not a thing stood present, solitary in the growing darkness.
          The lesson was that there are monsters out there, be them human or supernatural, and let it stand, that I will survive, Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive!


Ok, so that was reason number one, and probably the biggest as I was honestly totally creeped out and didn't have a ride to get back home in the dark (all the buses are down). Another big reason is that I didn't really know anyone I was going to go with. They were new friends and I had no idea how reliable they were. Turns out that was a good instinct because I saw them this morning and they were all hungover from all the tequila at "that random guy's party" and barely had any memory of the night. So good. Made a good call on that one!

Although last night may not have turned out quite like I expected, I did get lots of my knitting on my sweater done and today I had a good day chillin' with my roommate! All is well in Boulder, Colorado. I have done my duty, maybe not ridding, but surviving a demon attack. Now may return to my lifestyle of yarn. 

Don't be Shy

"Don't be shy just let your feelings roll on by

Don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there

Just lift your head, and let your feelings out instead

And don't be shy, just let your feeling roll on by"

Artist of the day: Cat Stevens

Why: Because first thing I saw today were  the words "Don't Be Shy"

How: If walking, iPod must be on

Purpose: NO FEAR

Yesterday I ended up trying out the bus to save myself from all of the walking. What else did I find but two new friends to ride over with, talk about hair and friends, and eat dinner with! Terrifying myself with the idea of the bus, I had refused to try it out. But now that I have everything is great! Hopefully I will meet new people and save my knees some trouble by this new discovery!

So the lesson here is that being afraid is useless and unnecessary!

"I've got to show the world, world's got to see, 

see all the love love that's in me."

Day 2 Down

Out of bed.

Take shower in empty bathroom.

Walk to Starbucks 15 mins.

Walk back to dorm 10 mins.

Get dressed.

Change outfit.

Follow other grey shirted freshman 20 mins. 

Find you are in a stadium.

Sit next to a friend.

See a friend across the room.

Listen to "directors" in robes talk about the future.

Crowd into tight charcoal crowd.

Parade through sororities.

Parade through fraternities.

Parade through the band.

Get Indian food.

Drop Indian food.

Return for more but find something better.

Carry plates (plural) to sit with old friend.

Run into another old friend.

Eat.

Talk. 

Reminisce.

See another friend.

See yet another friend. 

Wonder how you know people in a group of 5,000 freshies.

Go back to dorm 18 mins. 

Skype with sister 2+ hrs.

Wait for next event = hall mixer.

And that has been my second day!

Drawings

Picture from the series "Roswell" (great show by the way) that I found was never downloaded on my camera! Not one of my favorites but I like her expression :P

A portrait of Sojourner Truth for my Black American History class. It was meant to look less realistic and more metallic to show her strength. The girl in the corner is one of her daughters that she fought to keep from being sold to slavery. 

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

-Sojourner Truth's speech: Ain't I a Woman 

Moved in And Ready to Go

Moved in today. Wow. What else can I say? Such a busy day and yet everything went just as planned. The “stampeders” (kids who arrived early and helped others move into their dorms) were basically all girls from what I could tell and all wore pink. Yes. Bright Pink. I ran up to a checking station to get my room key and mailbox key and returned to my dad surrounded by the pink ladies all swarming to pick up something else. Of course I’m sure once they started lugging my clothing bags up the stairs they regretted their decision to help with this specific new student!

As the coral ants sped up and down the stairs, I calmly unpacked all of my life into the little drawers and shelves of my new dorm. It all moved so fast! Upon meeting my roommate my family and I shot out to lunch at the amazing CU dining room (one of the many), bought a couple things at the bookstore, and jetted back to say our goodbyes at the door of my new building. We quickly discussed that I simply must keep up with watching “Lost” and then I was alone walking up to my new home.

It feels like home. My bed is super cooshy because my mom made it as soft as she possibly could and it is as bright as I want to feel for my year here. The comforter is a spritely yellow matched with some aqua green and red. Of course Mom found the perfect sheets to go along with the whole thing and it just looks adorable! Pair that with a cute couch underneath and you basically have the cutest darn dorm you have ever seen!

And my dorm has been just where I have been staying for the rest of the day! Exciting right? A little nap, a little “Supernatural”, and a little thinking about my future here is what my entire day has consisted of. It’s been so nice just to be tired and relax! But tomorrow I am going out onto campus to plan out where my class path might be and maybe some drawing in the park… This weekend is going to rock (or maybe just roll, ’cause seriously, I’m exhausted) and then classes begin!

So for the rest of tonight I have a meeting at 6:45 and then maybe some calm knitting and an early night to bed, I AM THE MOST EXCITING COLLEGE KID EVER!