MmmErika

Eternal Underestimation

Erika DeVriendt — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 03:28:48 +0000

Ah, Christmas time. My 19th one, to be exact. 19 years of life, 19 years of passing out gifts to my family because they are too lazy, 19 years of receiving an ornament I only see once, 19 years of awkward Thank You’s. Oh, and my 19th year without a dog.
Let’s be honest here now, I currently have no time, space, or tolerance to care for such a precious creature. I’m still keeping a tally though. Scarred? Yes. Needy? Maybe. Annoying? Probably.

I do wish I had gotten some Scotch tape, though. I need to hang up my transcripts on the fridge. I fear I’m going to end up purchasing a frame and power drilling it into the dining room wall, or better yet, buying the frame a glass case. I don’t trust my mother to dust it every so often, though. Drilling it is. However, the christmas gift I bought for my mother was a free “3.8″ tattooed on any area of her skin. I can’t have her carrying on with life, forgetting that her child is a brain.

Despite my current academic cockiness, I have gotten no where on this ‘Book Extravaganza of 2009′ I planned to hold this Winter Break. Oh, and that senior prediction of someday being featured on Oprah’s Book Club? Ha Ha Ha. Unless some tragic event happens in the next ten years, I got nothing. Can’t ramble on about my unfortunate daily run-ins for a whole novel, and let’s be honest – practically everything I write is true with bits of lies. Is this, errr, uhh, legit?

So anyways, there are mounds of clean (or dirty?) clothes mounding up in one giant heap on my bed. It’s disturbing me. My legs are cramping. Anger is pounding through my veins and I am beating the keys on my keyboard a bit harder. I must go fix this issue.

Excerpt from: “Eureka DeVriendt, 2005″.

Erika DeVriendt — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 02:58:15 +0000

“I bought myself three fish today. Their names are Mr. T, Dallas Green, and Kahlua. I love them and they are my best friends. They jam with me in my room and hang out when I chill with the computer, and write books. Mr. T is scared so he hides in the barrel, but Dallas and Kahlua are friends. I hope that one day Kahlua and Dallas accept Mr. T, because he is my fish and he is just as cool as the rest.”

Oh, oh, oh, AND…

“I always thought Japanese symbols looked cool. But how the hell do you read them? I’m from America, so I’ll probably just write a bunch of symbols all over a shirt accompanied with words like “Faith” “Hope’ “Joy” or something equally uplifting. Americans have to feel good somehow, I guess. At least we accept other ethnicities that way.
I personally give those in China lots of credit, because they go to school for about 1,234 hours a day. High five! I can barely take 6 hours. Especially, when I’m learning about things like ceramics and marketing. I’ve got one life, so why don’t I spend it doing something else more interesting, for instance, learning Japanese symbols?”

Sorry for your wasted time.

Blank Stares

Erika DeVriendt — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 17:37:21 +0000

Four months have flown by, and here I am back in this struggling ‘village’ of Ray Twp. After two long weeks of presentations, presentations, speeches, presentations, oh, and presentations, I’ve really got nothing to be the slightest bit concerned about. Last year, I fled the moment I was freed by the gates of MTH110, but this year, I stuck around a bit. And I might even consider fleeing back to my comfort zone within the city limits of Allendale, sooner than expected. Yeah, I can’t go to Canada. I’ve been wondering how long this will put a damper on my east side friendships?

I’ve gotten news that the Christmas festivities this year will be held early; today, in fact. Of course, due to the fact that all my cousins have other ‘family’ Christmas parties to attend on the originally scheduled Christmas date. ‘Family’. Yeah, I’ve got no where else to go, thanks. At least I’ll be well rested on Christmas day.

Furthermore, I may just be making too many trips to Saint Claire Shores, Eastpointe, Birmingham, and Rochester in order to survive. What’s even worse, is that I forgot both of my seasons of The OC. And the angry screams of my mother will not let me forget that I also failed to remember my black dress pants. They are such a crucial asset to my life, let me tell you.

My closet is bare, and my walls reek of high school. It’s been one day, but something good has to come from this place sometime or another.

Hello, Sunshine.

Erika DeVriendt — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 03:32:35 +0000

Despite my non-existent efforts to be productive, or even social for that matter, over this lovely Thanksgiving Break, I couldn’t be any more satisfied. Well, maybe a little more if the Wings weren’t about to lose their third consecutive game. At least I can still faithfully get a laugh from the Dr. Rahmani Eye Institute/Datsyuk commercial. Great advertising there, let me tell you.

It’s really difficult for me to imagine myself working on the east side of the state, after spending a bit of time here thinking about my future. Yeah, born and raised in this concrete jungle, but it’s not a very accepting environment, if you catch my drift. Cross your fingers for Orientation this summer. Networking, I know your ways.

Woke up to a brilliant phone call this morning, a phone call consisting of cheap John Mayer tickets. You’ll be hearing a report from the 13th row at Van Andel mid February. On a different note, I’ve finally managed to organize my collection of about fifty 311 songs. When my favorite music dates back to the 90′s, I get slightly depressed. Whatever, I’m embracing my ancientness. Helm just got jipped of two sick goals.

So overall, not much has happened this break. Just a quick rundown:
1. DIDN’T run the Turkey Trot this year, and thus felt even worse about my Thanksgiving food choices.
2. Ate what I normally eat anyways.
3. DIDN’T wake up for Black Friday, but still found good deals. T.A.L.E.N.T.
4. John Mayer, February 28th, 13th Row, Van Andel, Little & I.
5. Wings have 1:22 to tie it up.
6. Harry Potter was written at a fourth grade reading level, I’m disappointed, but accepting it.
7. Deleted out my second major of Journalism. Screw that.
8. HOLY SHIT, Datsyuk just scored?! Love these boys.
9. Ironed on my own DZ letters to a 10$ Meijer sweatshirt. They call me Cheapy McCheap.
10. Spent too much time on facebook.
11. Yeah, whatever.

Now, if you could please excuse me while I advance into the future and earn my 4.0 in life.

Snap of the Wrist

Erika DeVriendt — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 04:52:26 +0000

I wish I didn’t have so many doubts about my current major, but double-majoring just doesn’t seem like the right thing to do. Despite my fear of getting a real job, I really can’t just stay here forever. And if some people make me nervous enough to speak to as it is, let’s be real. I shouldn’t go into broadcasting.

Journalism isn’t what I want to do. My double major was a result of me fiddling around on MyBanner, while bored at work. Basically, I just fear I’m never going to get a job, regardless of everything I’m doing to build my resume. I guess I’m only a sophomore, but then again, I’m already a sophomore.

Last volleyball game was today. A huge bummer considering I missed two games the past two weeks due to all the things happening in my life. Luckily for me, this week is pretty low key. Last night, Kelly and I managed to watch three episodes of the OC. And let me tell you, that was the best comfort I’ve had in a while. Besides the DZ Bible Study that took place on Monday night. I can’t explain how thankful I am for that, and for the girls there with me.

What I am doing this summer is still up in the air, depends on my job, I guess. My job now at the Chem Department is going very well, actually. I couldn’t ask for a better job, to be honest. Love my boss, the profs, just everyone. I’m not really confident to just jump into an internship, though. I guess I’ll just say the real world scares me. I’d really like to lead freshman orientation though. That’d be nice.

I’m going home this weekend, thank goodness. We have Region Day this Saturday, so we’ll see how that goes. Going to finally see what the other Delta Zeta’s of Michigan are like…oh boy. We’ll see if the rumors are true.

In conclusion, we lost our volleyball game. And I need to shower.

Lack of Circulation

Erika DeVriendt — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:16:35 +0000

I think that I’m ready for winter to hit. Mentally, at least. I know that many experience the wintertime blues, but I think that I’m ready to go outside and play in the snow. And sing along to Christmas songs. Yeah, I’m the one who begins the holiday cheer at 12am on Black Friday. Preparing to awake at an unreasonable hour to blow money that I don’t have. Ahh, the good life.

Halloween, for the most part, was a success. Despite my efforts, no one could still understand that I was Toad the Mushroom. Operation Secondary Research Paper continues yet again tomorrow at 10am, it’s obvious that the Library and I will take our relationship to the next level soon. Things are getting serious.

I wish that Copper Beech had a fireplace. And ice cubes. And more visitor parking. And decent internet. Can’t have everything! I’m thinking this week won’t be so busy, but I may be wrong. I’m praying I can actually participate in this week’s intramural volleyball playoff game, and remember that I owe Karl five dollars! Drill.Into.Brain.Ugh.

On a brighter note, my Little is absolutely clueless. And Little, if you’re stalking, Hello
Oh, and I’m too poor to continue to pay for this heating bill.

Insomnia

Erika DeVriendt — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:39:17 +0000

For some reason, no matter how many goals and objectives I throw on my plate, I convince myself that I will make it all work out in the end. Except I’m lost.
All I do all day is fiddle around on InDesign and create advertisements for fashion companies. First and worst piece, a Burberry ad for the Fall 2009 line. Horrifying.
PacSun coming soon, as well as a 7 page personal essay of my miracle lifestyle. Get excited.

It is currently 2am, as I just arrived home from safe ride. I ate a personal pizza, candy, and cookies. I MAY die. I also did not start my secondary research paper, and a lot of me wants to say who cares, but I’ve always been one to have anxiety attacks when something is not complete. Despite my efforts, and the doubts from my peers, all I really want to do is prove that I can achieve my dreams.
It’s raining and I don’t really care one bit about Halloween.

Dead Ladybugs on my Kitchen Counter.

Erika DeVriendt — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:48:54 +0000

Just an update:

1) I will forever refer to my Little Bro as a GDI. He thinks he’s so god damn independent.

2) My professor saw through my pretend knowledge of highly affluent societies. I didn’t think my paper was that bad.

3) They need to start teaching APA format in high school. Why did I waste my time on MLA?

4) I spent about 3 hours gathering all the materials I need to create a Toad (Mario Brother’s Mushroom friend) Halloween costume. Despite my efforts, I’m still convinced no one will be able to tell what I am.

5) I am out of frozen chicken for the next two weeks.

6) I plan on putting off my laundry for the next two weeks.

7) Stop me now if you don’t want me to chop my hair off.

Jane doesn’t know how to properly care for goldfish. It’s obvious that I do. (RIP T-Pain)

9) I’m nervous for Sunday.

10) I have a continuous itch to change my major to broadcasting. I’ll pretend I’m kidding.

11) My roommate has swine flu but I’m too lazy to Lysol the place down.

12) I sat at PR tables selling Help the Homeless T-shirts, but didn’t actually buy one myself because I’m poor?

13) Someone unlocked the front door while I was gone, but didn’t stay inside.

14) When I touch bars of soap, I feel as if I get dirtier.

15) A swarm of ladybugs has attacked the campus, and the Kitchen light kills them, causing them to pile up on our kitchen counter. Count: Day 2 of no one doing anything about this.

Organizational Failure

Erika DeVriendt — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:46:41 +0000

At 6:15AM when my alarm went off this morning, I was dreaming I had to insert a wad of cash inside my telephone charger entrance on my telephone, and I tried doing so. It wasn’t fitting – I was frustrated. Then I groaned into my pillow and woke up after the atrocious disco tune went off for the third time.
I then proceeded to realize I had forgotten to complete my writing assignment, along with editing my nonfiction essay, which sucks in case you were wondering. I printed it out anyways. No one in my class understood it.
Upon leaving my apartment, I was, lets say, running about 5 minutes behind. Frantically studying my photoshop terms, I wandered onto the wrong bus, causing me to be 25 minutes late to my downtown class. Fabulous.
Then my cereal got crushed by the books in my bag.
Then I accidentally hung up on a transfer call at work. They didn’t call back. They probably didn’t need to be in that Chem class next semester anyways. P.S. please wait for the tuition drop date on December 18th before filling out your closed class permit forms, thank you.
My package did not come in the mail, it was delivered to my house.
I have to attend an ACES meeting.

On a brighter note, I cleaned my room.

An orange cone is NOT a landmark.

Erika DeVriendt — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:19:12 +0000

So glad to say this never-ending week is finally over, but I know it’s been a lot worse for some others than it has for me. A secondary research paper and a primary research paper in my near future does not make me feel any more relaxed. Oh well. On another note, today I lost my Jimmy Johns virginity. I ordered a #11. I thought it was good. Maybe even enlightening.

Mean Girls Mixer and DZ vs. ATO capture the flag were a success! Tomorrow I will be painting bowls with Jane and Kelsey and my other favs at God’s Kitchen for the homeless. Let’s just say I hope they enjoy 5th grade style rainbows and unicorns. Good luck to all those putting on and going through Greek 101 as well!

There is a 15 year old boy singing this song I am listening to. He will tell me one time. That kind of sucks.