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Saturday, September 3rd

Today is the first Penn State University, Big Ten, football game of the season!! All through high school, I always look forward to going to the Friday games (even if our team didn't win a single game the entire season). I guess its just how excited everyone gets. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, its all about the team spirit!
What I love most about Penn State is that everyone feels that its an honor and privilege to attend this university and they have no problem showing it. I realized for the first time last night that this school is all about spirit. I don't think a minute went by without someone screaming "WE ARE" and then another crowd from the other side of the street would scream back, "PENN STATE!" This may sound a little weird but I get butterflies in my stomach. Its such a great feeling knowing that people are so excited to be a part of this school!
I went to the pep rally last night thinking that it was going to be a waste of my time. At least at my high school, by the time everyone in the entire school squeezed their way into the gym, did a couple of hip-hip-hoorays, it was time to go. But last nights pep rally was something I have never experienced before. Seeing almost all the students and even some alumni gathered together all having one thing in common, the support for their team! With the help of the marching band and cheerleaders, everyone was chanting and screaming! Even the quarterback from 1980-82, Mr. I'm sorry I forget his name at the moment, took time out of his busy schedule to come and share words of encouragement to his team. I think that it is so amazing that a University can have such a great impact on ones life that it makes them want to come back, every year, seeing every game of the season! I can see myself many years from now with a family bringing them back to my alma mater, showing them around campus, like where I stayed my freshman year, and going to the football games. I can show them how much fun I had and how lucky I am to say that I graduated from Penn State University!


Saturday, September 4th

The creative commons: what is it you might ask. It was started by a very smart professor of the name Lawrence Lessig back when the Ravens won the superbowl. It allows the sharing of ones creative works. There are three choices: 1. allow others to use your work without recognition 2. allow others to use your work if and only if they give credit to the author, you 3. allow no one to use your work, its your private thoughts that you wish to keep to yourself. Professor Lessig hit the nail on the head when he created this idea. I think that people have a right to their own work and they share it or not. I chose to allow people interested in my writings (which I will be absolutely astonished if they did) to use it only if they gave me the credit. I believe that imitation is the best form of flattery and if someone shows interest in what I have to say, I feel nothing but flattered. I also think it would be a good way to spread my ideas and thoughts to other people, they can agree or disagree at their own leisure. I'm a very sharing and generous person and if someone shows interest in my work, they are more than welcome to use it.

Tuesday, September 6th- Personal Narrative

As I stood holding the hands of mom and dad, with an amazing fountain that sang beautiful melodies and changed an array of colors in the background, I saw something that I, along with all other kids, have dreamed and wished would come true all their lives. It was a vision that I thought was only seen in my dreams, came to life, and was standing right before me. I immediately looked down, assuming that it was nothing but my imagination. I’m only a four foot, nine year old girl, how did I get so lucky to see this most honored creature, known and loved all around the world? A few seconds went by and the big dark shadow still covered me. Remaining silent, I looked about a foot in front of me on the cobblestone sidewalk and saw them: the biggest shoes I have ever seen, as big as a giants! Despite their size, they wouldn’t dare to hurt even a fly. As my eyes continued to travel up, I admired his velvet black coat that covers his entire body. I can only imagine the warm embrace of his arms around me. Next thing I knew it, a big white glove, without a speck of dirt in sight reached out in front of me inviting my hand to shake his. I timidly let go of my right hand previously holding my moms and reached out to meet his. He excitedly grabbed my small, weak hand in his big white glove and shook it quite violently. Something came over me. The excitement and happiness that was contained in him somehow passed through me. It was a reassurance that this was for real. I immediately upon mere joy, leaped into his open arms with a grin on my face from ear to ear. He held me up in the sky, spinning me around, I felt like I was flying among a world where anything was possible and where all dreams come true. I felt surprisingly safe and an overall comfort in his arms. It’s as if the world stopped only for a few seconds. As he put me down he gave me an Eskimo kiss, with the tip of his small black nose touching mine, while tickling my face with his long whiskers.
The moment my feet touched the ground, I was back in reality, on earth standing between my mom and dad. I had entered a world that no parent could understand or even recognized existed. It was a world that only a child was a part of. I took a few steps back, allowing myself to look at him as a whole. He put his thumbs in his big, round ears, the same my dad always used to do to make me feel better, and I let out a laugh. Then, it came. The thing I have been expecting all this time: his laugh! The high pitched giggle that puts a smile on anyone's face! This was the laugh of who else but the famous Mickey Mouse himself. I don't know what it is, but I had this connection with him as if I have known him all my life. He understood me and I felt that I could confide in him about anything. After a few minutes of watching and laughing with him, another little girl, much younger, approached us, with the same look of awe and excitement as I had. I thought that Mickey was just going to give her a quick welcoming hello and then turn his attention back to me. I had already put together a very detailed itinerary for us. We were going to ride Dumbo the Flying Elephant Ride and Country Bear Jamboree, eat lots and lots of candy, and then watch the fireworks in Epcot from the top of the Eiffel Tower. But he did the exact opposite. But I understood. Mickey is only one mouse and there are a billion kids just like me waiting for that moment that they all dream of.
The week went by before I knew it and it was time to leave the beautiful weather of Orlando, Florida and return home to Pittsburgh. As my family and I walked through the airport, we past a small store selling souvenirs. I couldn't help but notice the cute stuffed Mickey Mouse in the window. I begged my mom to get it for me. I told her it could be an early Christmas present, she fell for it. On the two hour plane ride back, holding my new Mickey, I thought about how much fun I had and I couldn't wait to tell all my friends. Like most other kids at my age, I have always dreamed of going to Disney World and meeting Mickey Mouse. I can now say without a doubt, that “dreams really do come true!”

Thursday, September 8th
Lately, I have been asked the question: "Who do you miss the most?" How do you answer this question with one and only one answer? I miss my friends and family but which one to I miss the most? Thats a hard question. I got to thinking about it and I never thought I answer with: my sister.
My sister, Emily Claire Smith is only 21 months younger and two grades behind me. Growing up, I felt that our relationship was more of a competition than a friendship. If she got a better grade in the same class that I took two years earlier she would constantly rub it in my face. It seemed like we constantly bumped heads. If I wanted Chinese for dinner, she would want the exact opposite, Mexican. If I wanted to listen to N'Sync in the car then of course she would want to listen to the Backstreet Boys. The minute I go on the computer, all of a sudden she absolutely has to go on it or she will just die! Don't even get me started on sharing clothes. I admit it, I do go in her room and "borrow" her belongings without asking but I'm very careful. But the last time she borrowed my sweater, she "accidentally" got it stuck on her locker, walked away, and put a big hole in it. Can you tell a part of me is still mad? Other than those few, minor things (haha, right) she actually has a good side. No really. Only being a couple years younger than me has its benefits. For example, if I need someone to complain to about my friends, I can go to her because she understands, she isn't "too" immature, and she can relate to some of the same situations. Also, back to the, I hate being alone thing, if I ever need to run errands, pay a quick visit to the mall, or go to the pool, she will always come with me. Now that I'm thinking and writing about this, I really do miss her.
I think that being away and on my own is making me appreciate her more. I still talk to her online but it just isn't the same. We really bonded a few weeks before I left when our grandmother passed away, other situations, and just the fact that I want going to be around much the coming school year(now). As sisters, we needed this time away from each other. We are so close in age, have been in the same school most of the time, and have been involved in the same activities, it was about time that we took some time off. When I see her at the end of the month, our relationship will change, for the better. So, I guess, my answer to the question, "Who do you miss the most, " I would have to answer my sister. She is more than just my sister, she is my friend.


Saturday, September 10th http://singularity.pilsch.com/dragonfireselfnarrative∞
Standing over an empty hole, I could smell the aroma of freshly-turned soil. Sorrow and emptiness swirled within me as I gazed down into this newly-made eyelet in the earth. I knew this was going to happen sometime but nothing could have prepared me for this feeling. The situation was normal, no one lives forever. Trying to shake off my thoughts, I set the shoe box from my hand into the shallow opening below. Picking up my shovel, I vigorously filled the hole with dirt until it leveled with the ground. I walked away with a tear in my eye as I thought back to the beginning of my relationship with a mans best friend.
It started when I was in third grade, I believe, when my puppy, an old english sheep dog named Ben, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He had to undergo many surgeries to remove the tumor. It was probably one of the worst feelings I have ever had. Seeing my dog lying on a cold metal table at the vet waiting to go into surgery. A few hours later, the procedure was complete. They kept him over night for recovery and to run a few test just to make sure everything went as planned. The following morning, we got a call telling us that he was going to be just find and was ready to come home. We eagerly got ready and went to the vet. After waiting a few minutes, Ben slowly walks through the door followed by the vet. I looked and smiled at my dog as he wobbled over to me. Instead of being excited, I was scared. The whole left side of his head was shaven and his ear was covered in this yellow paste. My mom later informed me that it was iodine that kept the wound clean. I was nervous to even go near him. I didn't want to hurt him. I kept my distance. As soon as we got back to our house, Ben meandered into the family room, laid down and fell asleep.
As many years passed, Ben lived a happy and normal life. Continuing to bark every time the doorbell rang and wait underneath the kitchen table waiting for even the smallest piece of food to drop on the floor. But the year he turned thirteen, everything went down hill. He rapidly lost weight, I'm assuming from the lack of an appetite, and he struggled to get up and sit down. He also lost control of his bodily functions (if you know what I mean), and, I'm not trying to be funny, but we had to put diapers on him at night or else, well, I think you can guess what would happen. Ben went on living like this for a few months and the it just got to be too much to handle. It was hard for us, my family, to constantly help him stand up, clean up after him, and overall watch him suffer. One evening, I believe it was a Friday, during our family dinner, my parents told my sister and I that they have decided to put Ben to sleep. I surprisingly remember a very small but unimportant detail from that night: we had steak and french fries for dinner. Anyways, it was absolutely heart breaking! At first I was more in shock than upset but as soon as I turned and looked at him, I lost it. My sister and I ran over to Ben, lying on the kitchen floor, and sat with our arms around him. We were only given an hour to say our goodbyes and my dad took him to the vet. He was my first pet. He meant so much to us, he was a part of our family.
With a heavy heart, I buried our dog in the back yard, under the shade in between two tall maple trees. I wrote a eulogy about Ben and how much he was going to be missed and drew a picture of what a great life he is going to have in "doggie heaven" His ashes, the eulogy, his favorite ball and leash, were put into a shoebox and placed into the hole. He was 13 years old and lived a long and happy life. He took a piece of my heart with him as he found his final resting place in the ground that day.

Sunday September 11th

Yesterday was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining not a cloud in sight, the birds were singing, there was no construction on Bigler Road at 7am. It was truly a perfect day. It was also the day, the Penn State Nittany Lions took on Cincinnati at home in Beaver Stadium. I woke up that morning, put on my Penn State football short, a tattoo paw on my face, and a ribbon in my hair. I couple of girls on my floor and I grabbed a bagel from the Big Onion and were on our way. The minute we stepped into the stadium the glare of the sun against the mental bleachers was unbearable. I reached into my purse and pulled out my sunglasses. They are a dark brown with very distinct rims. They are pretty big and take up almost half my face (I guess that is the style now). I was present for pretty much the whole game, with the sun beating down on the left side of my face. I kept those darn sunglasses on all game not thinking about what damage they could do to the coloring on my face.
When we returned back to good 'ole bigler hall, I removed the sun glasses and put them back in my purse. I didn't notice right away but as a few hours went by, I very defined sunglass tan was appearing on my face. It was only present on my nose and the left side. I looked completely ridiculous! I was so embarrassed. People were making comments left and right. I tried to cover it up with a little blush but that just made me look like and umpa lumpa. I couldn't do anything but live with it.
As I was out and about yesterday, I noticed that I was not alone. Some people even had it worse than me. They had a red line across the middle of their neck where their T-shirt stopped. I saw some pretty mean farmer tans. I think I have learned my lesson though.
PS. Yea for the Stillers (Pittsburghese for Steelers)!
I almost did the same thing with sunglasses but I realized after the 1st Quarter and took them off. But i did get the farmers tan on the left. -ElwoodBlues
My friend did that, but she wore her glasses the entire game and now she literally looks like a racoon. I feel bad saying that, but now you know there is somone who did the same but has it worse. -MonicaKras

Tuesday September 13th

About a second ago, I was thinking about what to write for my blog today. I went through a couple of ideas and the fourth one stuck: the day I got my wisdom teeth out. Most people at one point or another have to get their wisdom teeth out. Some never do, for one reason or another, but I envy those people because it was one of the most dramatizing experiences of my life.
It first started out that i was not aloud to wear make-up or deodorant. I have absolutely no idea why but no one wants to be around anyone that is lacking those two things. As I walked downstairs to get in the car that is when the nerves kicked in. The entire ride there my stomach was tossing and turning. I have never been through surgery of any type so this was all brand new to me. They gave me two choices when I first came in for a consultation: Do you want to be awake or do you want to be put under? This was a very hard decision for me. If I were awake, I would be able to hear all the noises that do not sound too good and it would take longer because the oral surgeon has to tell me exactly what he was doing each step of the way. If I were to go under, I would be very tired and nauseous the rest of the day but it would go by very quickly and i wouldn't know a thing. I chose to go under because that it what everyone else chooses and I guess it would be better not to know exactly what is going on. Anyway, back to the story. It took us approximately 30 minutes to arrive at the oral surgeons office and it was the longest 30 minutes ever! As we walked into the office, I was immediately welcomed by the receptionist at the window, like she knew what was ahead of me and she felt bad. She motioned for me to approach the window. She handed me a few sheets of paper that me and a parent/guardian had to fill out. After a few minutes, we completed the information sheets and handed them back through the opening in the window. The receptionist asked us to be seated and wait for my name to be called. It could not have been more than 2 minutes when my name was called. I stood up and gave my mom and dad a hug and they reassured me that everything was going to alright and that they were going to be there as soon as I finished. A nurse appeared and escorted me to the back where it was all going to take place.
Once we arrived at the last room on the left, the nurse told me to have a seat in the blue dentist-like chair. There was already an older man waiting in the room. She introduced him as the anesthesiologist. I never thought one word would scare me so much. He had little tiny needles in one hand and a long tube connected to some machine in the other. I have never gotten blood work done or donated blood. In other words I have never had a needle stuck up my arm. To make me feel more comfortable, he tried to make small talk, like where I was going to school in the fall, what my favorite band is, etc. etc. But it didn't work. He grabbed my right hand and laid in palm facing down and told me to just relax. When someone tells me to just relax right before they are about to put a needle in me, I do the exact opposite. I tried my best while he did some weird thing to make my veins pop up. I guess he saw one because he suddenly turned around and grabbed a small needle and stuck in my hand. It really, really hurt! Then, I heard the dreaded words, "Uh oh!" He said that it didn't quite work. He put a needle in my skin and then out again three more times. It was awful! Then, after he was done killing the skin on my hand, he moved to my arm. Luckily, on his first try he was able to get a vein and attached the small tube to it. The oral surgeon entered the room. He went over what he was going to do and tried to convince me that everything was going to be alright. He turned it over again to the anesthesiologist. He told me the he was going to open the valve to allow the anesthesia to flow through the tube and into my veins. He said that I was going to start feeling dizzy and the room was going to start spinning. He also made the comment that it was going to feel like I was drunk and that I should get used to it if I was going to Penn State (hahaha). I remember looking at the clock and it started spinning and then he reached over my face and put a mask over my mouth and nose. He asked me to start counting backwards, 100, 99, .........


Wednesday, September 14th

Today is my dads birthday, He is 52 years old! Wow! That seems so old, it's weird. He hates his birthday. He never wants us to celebrate or even recognize it. But we don't listen to him and we take him out to dinner and give him presents. Although they are usually gag gifts, it's the thought that counts. He is showing signs of aging though (haha). He will fall asleep in the middle of the day and it takes him a couple extra minutes to stand up or sit down than everyone else. I think he is the most healthy and energetic 52 year olds out there. He walks everyday during his lunch break, goes running in the evening, eats healthy, and rarely ever gets sick. When I was in middle school and I used to run the 50 yard dash for the track team, he would come to the track everyday and train with me. At the end of every work out, we would race against each other. To this day he still makes the comment that he could still beat me in the 50 yard dash. To tell the truth, I think he might be able to.
My dad, Peter Edward Smith, grew up with 10 brothers and sisters, in a 3 bedroom home, in Hampton. I think having that many siblings, someones birthday is bound to be forgetten. No one really got anything special. I guess my dads just used to it and maybe he feels that if it wasn't recognized then it shouldn't be recognized now. Well, I think that is just stupid. Its a special day that should be celebrated. I love my dad and I remembered that it was his birthday today and I'm gonna give him a call at 6:00pm as soon as he gets home from work.


Wednesday, September 14th

MonLynn17 (9:05:06 PM): heyy
lbsmith926 (9:05:42 PM): hey whats up?
MonLynn17 (9:05:47 PM): nmu
lbsmith926 (9:06:00 PM): not much just came back from the gym
MonLynn17 (9:06:10 PM): yea...just got back from dinner
MonLynn17 (9:06:19 PM): i hate eating dinner this late
MonLynn17 (9:06:23 PM): its from all this hw
lbsmith926 (9:06:44 PM): where did you eat!
MonLynn17 (9:07:01 PM): the big onion
lbsmith926 (9:07:17 PM): ooo..i love their pizza!!
lbsmith926 (9:07:20 PM): its soo good
MonLynn17 (9:07:27 PM): yeaa...i had a slice
lbsmith926 (9:07:33 PM): haha
lbsmith926 (9:07:45 PM): so what are we supposed to do for english?
MonLynn17 (9:07:49 PM): i have no clue
MonLynn17 (9:07:53 PM): have a convo
MonLynn17 (9:07:58 PM): then post it as a blog?
lbsmith926 (9:08:01 PM): ok well lets
lbsmith926 (9:08:28 PM): we have to write a freakin 12 page paper
lbsmith926 (9:08:37 PM): i have nevah done that
MonLynn17 (9:08:38 PM): i know
MonLynn17 (9:08:40 PM): really??
MonLynn17 (9:08:43 PM): i have
MonLynn17 (9:08:46 PM): but its soo annoying
lbsmith926 (9:08:54 PM): what about?
lbsmith926 (9:09:07 PM): do we pick any topic we want
MonLynn17 (9:09:11 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:09:15 PM): we can pick anything we want
lbsmith926 (9:09:28 PM): like it could be about the pizza
MonLynn17 (9:09:46 PM): yea it could if we wanted
lbsmith926 (9:10:04 PM): but for 12 pages?
MonLynn17 (9:10:11 PM): yea, thats the onyl problem
MonLynn17 (9:10:21 PM): it could be on hurricane katrina
MonLynn17 (9:10:32 PM): or on like, tv reality
MonLynn17 (9:10:37 PM): like real world i guess
lbsmith926 (9:11:05 PM): i like that idea
MonLynn17 (9:11:10 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:11:14 PM): and how it is so fake
MonLynn17 (9:11:16 PM): but yet so good
lbsmith926 (9:11:27 PM): and like why do people like it so much
MonLynn17 (9:11:30 PM): yea
lbsmith926 (9:11:40 PM): lets keep brainstorming
lbsmith926 (9:11:46 PM): jsut so we have a couple of ideas
MonLynn17 (9:11:48 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:12:08 PM): we can also talk about how they make it more interesting
MonLynn17 (9:12:16 PM): by bringing up things that happened
MonLynn17 (9:12:25 PM): like if someone said something behind your back
MonLynn17 (9:12:37 PM): they bring it up and ask how you feel about and start a confrontation
lbsmith926 (9:12:50 PM): true..this is good
lbsmith926 (9:14:01 PM): its realistic becuase it is real life..people like to see how others react to similar situations they have had
lbsmith926 (9:14:08 PM): that sounded really dumb
MonLynn17 (9:14:08 PM): yeaa
MonLynn17 (9:14:13 PM): noo...its what we need
MonLynn17 (9:14:14 PM): haha
MonLynn17 (9:14:29 PM): but also, people like to see drama
MonLynn17 (9:14:40 PM): not like we dont get enough in our own lives, peope want to see more
lbsmith926 (9:15:27 PM): between my friends in high school there was always drama
MonLynn17 (9:15:31 PM): yeaa...same with me
lbsmith926 (9:15:35 PM): and other clicks
MonLynn17 (9:15:38 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:15:48 PM): we can relate all this stuff back to us too
lbsmith926 (9:15:51 PM): but people still love the real world
lbsmith926 (9:15:53 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:15:54 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:15:55 PM): and laguna beach
lbsmith926 (9:16:49 PM): i was just about to say that
MonLynn17 (9:16:54 PM): lol
lbsmith926 (9:17:05 PM): i still dont know how we are supposed to write 12 pages of that
MonLynn17 (9:17:11 PM): yea...
MonLynn17 (9:17:18 PM): well, you can break it up into subjects
MonLynn17 (9:17:26 PM): it can be 10
MonLynn17 (9:17:29 PM): doesnt have to be 12
MonLynn17 (9:17:36 PM): but like, if you break it into categories
lbsmith926 (9:17:44 PM): oooo thats much better..hahaha
MonLynn17 (9:17:58 PM): like why people like it, your opinion, why it seems fake, your opinion, why it is fake, your opinion
MonLynn17 (9:18:06 PM): and it just adds up
MonLynn17 (9:18:40 PM): im use to doing these papers cuz my school had term papers and all that fun stuff
lbsmith926 (9:19:43 PM): yeah..im used to doing 10 page research papers..and its alll sooooo boring
MonLynn17 (9:19:49 PM): yeaa
lbsmith926 (9:19:53 PM): but iguess since this is stuff we are interested in
lbsmith926 (9:19:57 PM): it will go by faster
MonLynn17 (9:19:57 PM): yea
MonLynn17 (9:20:03 PM): def
MonLynn17 (9:20:14 PM): actually, i hope it will
lbsmith926 (9:20:38 PM): ok good im glad we have a sublect now
lbsmith926 (9:20:44 PM): thats relieving
MonLynn17 (9:20:55 PM): yeaa
MonLynn17 (9:21:00 PM): so now what do we do
MonLynn17 (9:21:08 PM): save this IM and post it in our blog?
lbsmith926 (9:21:14 PM): yep..i think so
lbsmith926 (9:21:26 PM): thats good we killed two birds with one stone
MonLynn17 (9:21:29 PM): nicee
lbsmith926 (9:21:37 PM): ok ill talk to you later
lbsmith926 (9:21:41 PM): i need a shower
lbsmith926 (9:21:42 PM): bad
lbsmith926 (9:21:43 PM): ahaha
MonLynn17 (9:21:45 PM): ok...hhahaha
MonLynn17 (9:21:46 PM): byeeee
lbsmith926 (9:21:49 PM): bye


Sunday, September 18th


Yesturday was the last of the three in a row home football games but for me it never gets old. I show my pride and put on a Penn State t-shirt, a paw on my face, and a blue and white ribbon in my hair. And of course you can't forget the pom pom. I had a great time, the weather was perfect (not to hott or sunny, haha), sitting behind the feild goal and in front of the band, and one of my best friends from home was standing right next to me. The only bad part was the symbols. They would crash out of no where making everyone jump. But other than that, it was an overall great afternoon!
After the game, a couple of my friends from home and I went to the pita pit for dinner. We kept all our Penn Sate gear on showing everyone we witnessed our victory! I had that paw on my face for about 6 hours by then. When we returned to my dorm room in east, I read the instructions on how to remove the paw from my face. It said for best results, use a peice of tape. Put over top of the decal and then slowly peel it off. Well, I did it..and of course it did not work. Maybe it was the tape, maybe it was my face, or maybe it was the tatoo. But the tape was definatly not working. So I went to plan B. I got in the shower thinking maybe the steam from the hot water would loosen it up. I tried scrubbing it with soap and water and hoped for the best. When I stepped out, I immediately went to the mirror. It didn't work. I still had half the palm and two toes left on my face. It was about and hour before I was going to out. I was getting pretty frusturated, so I out it off and would worry about it later. Well, 55 minutes later, I still had part of the paw on my face. What else was I supposed to do. I had no other choice but to grab my wash cloth and soap rub my face like there was no tomorrow. I got most of it off but it was really painful! I still had a couple white and blue specks....and everywhere around it was bright red. I literally burned the top layer of my skin from rubbing so hard. I look like like I have rug burn and I still have little white specks to this day (only one day later, haha). So, the point of this blog, is to give you all a heads up tomorrow when you see me. Don't scream, I know I look a little rediculous.

LaurensmithDefinitionArgument


Monday, September 19th


This weekend has been one of the best weekends so far here at Penn State (besides the whole paw not coming off of my face thing), because one of my best friends from home came to to visit. She attends Penn State Behrend in Erie and she absolutly loves it there! At first when I heard that she was coming, I was really excited but also a little nervous. I was afraid that it would be wierd and we wouldn't have anything to talk about because we haven't seen each other in about a month now. But it was the exact opposite. I think the fact that we haven't seen each other in a few weeks is the reason why we had so much to talk about. After being in a new place with different people for a while, it was nice to see a familiar face.
On saturday we went to the game. She has a Penn State student id so she was able to sit in the student section with me and a couple of my other friends from home that also attend here. We were right in font of the band behind the field goal, and we showed her how to be a true psu fan! I think she was a little overwhelmed though with the size and how many people were there but I think she got used to it. After the game, we went to the pita pit which is probably one of the best places to eat! It is down on a road off of college ave. (can't quite remember the name) so its in walking distance. Her and I were here during arts fest over the summer visiting another friend of ours and we ate their one night. She remembered how good it was then that she just had to go back(maybe that was the real reason why she came up here, haha) . The next dat, sunday, we watched our boys, the Pittsburgh Steelers, gain yet another victory for this season ( which i can't really say the same for the Eagles). We made popcorn, cheered, and waved our terrible towels! But around four oclock she had to leave. She too had to get back to her life at her college. We were both sad to say our goodbyes but we both knew that we were going to see each other again before we knew it! It was really great to see her and I think she left with a good impression of what its like to live in happy valley!


Tuesday, September 20th


What is my favorite song? The answer to that question probably changes like everyday. But actually there is one song that no matter how many times I listen to it, it will never get annoying or old. It had to be song that is not a slow song but has a beat but not rap (if that makes any sense at all). It also had to be a song that I can sing to. I love to sing even though I'm not very good. But who cares. Well, I'm sure you are all dying to find out what my favorite song is (haha) but you will find out in class tomorrow!