Things that make me ask Why?...Vol 1

Being a music major, I make the trek down University Boulevard many times a day to Moody Music Building. I enjoy this time, using it as a few moments when I can clear my head, make some phone calls, and just enjoy the scenery on campus. Alas, I can never enjoy a peaceful walk. Why, might you ask? Men.

We have all been there: You are walking down the street and some car full of men decide that they MUST say something to you. "What's Up?" "Hey There" "How You Doin?" "Looking Good" and many other things might be yelled out a car window any time of day. You notice it is always the same guy: dirty, middle aged, maybe missing some teeth, usually missing a shirt. But you know, even if Gerard Butler (yes, this is his second blog reference) drove by me and yelled "Hey Hot Stuff", I would probably give him a dirty or confused look.

While some of these comments are flattering and I am glad you think I have a nice butt, I do not care. Of what benefit is this for these men. I am not going to answer, you are driving too fast. I am not going to lift up my top as a thank you. I am not going to fling myself into your car just because you have said a flattering comment. This whole thing makes zero sense. I wish I could take a poll from these men, asking why they feel the need to do this so often and at all hours of the day. Maybe one day, but until then I suppose I will continue on, getting yelled at, and alas not knowing why.

I've neglected my blog child for far too long now...

Lately I've decided that my mom has been lying to me for the past 20 years. Contrary to what Barkley may insist, May birthdays are simply not the best. Reasoning:

1) 86% of my friends are 21. I am 20.

2) 86% of my friends have plans at 10 pm on any given night that do not involve going to the rec. I do not.

3) I could not go to Junior-Senior.

4) Junior year is somewhat of a wash as far as going out is concerned. Where is there to "go out" to? (Those with earlier birthdays, I might add, have had a whole extra year of the bars in college than I will have).

5) Let's face it. After exams everyone splits for the summer. May/summer birthdays get placed on the back burner.

6) I feel like I've missed out on some really fun nights. There. I said it.

Enough of being a downer and crying a river to flood the AGD house--

On the bright side:

1) I have saved money that I could have been spending at the bars.

2) This semester (minus Ireland) has been my most alcohol-less semester thus far, and my liver thanks me.

3) I have not had to spend a night in jail or pay a hefty fine for getting caught with a fake (call me a chicken all you want).

4) Watching movies at the house/Late night rec-ing it up/ Going to bed early really isn't all that bad...

5) Lastly, and this one is my favorite, when said 86% of friends is 30, I'LL STILL BE 29 SUCKERS!!!!