The coolest way to spend your Friday night if you're a very attractive and charismatic twenty-year-old female (like myself) is to sit in your boyfriends dorm room, by yourself, and watch Netflix. And by that I mean: Zach is out of town, my homies aren't answering their cellphones, and Netflix is my only true friend.

Fun update on my living situation for next year: someone backed out of living in the house with us so now we're one person short, leaving us scrambling to find another person. I'm only minorly no wait majorly upset that my friend backed out and has decided not to come up with a replacement person for us.

My future housemates are currently advocating for one guy who wants to live with us whose nickname is "Penis Jordan." I hope you all know me well enough to know where I stand on the issue of letting someone with genitalia in their name live in a house with me.

That being said, if you are a Potsdam student looking for a place to live next semester, my email is kurtzeg194@potsdam.edu. I only have two requirements:

must be okay with occasional shenanigans and ruckcus

must not have a nickname with any reference to your private parts in it

The moral of this blog post is: I'm a lonely hag who has no friends and is too old fashioned to let Penises live with me.

But more importantly, have you heard of the tacocopter? It's an unmanned flying machine that delivers tacos to you from the Mexican gods in heaven above after you simply punch in a request and your GPS coordinates from your smartphone. Minutes later, voila: tacos from heaven. Before today, I never found much utlity in smartphones. Consider my stance on them to officially have changed.


photo courtesy of giantfreakingrobot.com

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*** Note: the person who backed out is still a friend of mine and I hope we can continue to remain friends once I'm not strapped looking for someone this late in the game to cover his $2k of rent. And everything aside, Penis Jordan is a nice guy.

I think it's time for another post. But not much has happened in my life in the realm of ridiculous college events, and not much is on my mind beyond "oh my goodness I only have 6 weeks left in this semester" and "I'm quite poor aren't I?" and "my life is just the neatest."

So, in conclusion, I'm sitting here staring at my screen, pretending that I'm taking notes in class, but actually just writing that I don't have anything new to write about.

Lesson of this semester: even when you think you're falling behind in your work, do your work anyway. It pays off. Get your shit done, to put it bluntly.

Keep going.

Slow and steady wins the race.

I'm broke. But it's just money.

My grades aren't where they should be. But they're so much higher than last semester.

I have no idea where I will be living this time next year. But I'm going to enjoy upstate New York while I'm still here.

I'm in currently in class. And I probably shouldn't be writing on my blog right now.

Billiards tournament today. And we all know: I never miss a billiards tournament.

If I win, I think everyone I know should give me $20. If I lose, I get to take a nap.

I just scheduled my last advising appointment for my BA degree in Politics. I'm growing up. But before I get all "omg I'm old" in this post, I think I'll go win me a pool tournament.

Here's the link to my PayPal so you can get your $20 ready:

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Post-Tournament Update:
I lost. I kinda figured I wouldn't win because...well, I suck. And given by the lack of money that has appeared in my PayPal over the last two hours, you all thought I would suck too.

I lost to Gary, and Gary is an asshole. Ever since I made it clear that I won't date him and I am not charmed in any way by him, and because I left the on-campus club he started, he has decided to stop talking to me altogether and pretend I don't exist. I don't know why people do that; you don't have to be friends with me....but we know eachother, and acknowleging the other's existence is kinda the norm with people who know each other. He didn't even say a word to me the entire round nor shook my hand after he won. He is the sorest winner I have ever known.

At least the people in the icecream place downstairs gave me free icecream and a cookie after I lost. I like the icecream people more than I like Gary.

Nap time. Feel free to give me $20 anyway.

You know it's a wonderful day when the weather is 70 degrees, all of the snow is melted, your only class of the day is cancelled and there is a sale at the grocery store for both mac n' cheese and fixin's for quesedillas.

Today I got to eat breakfast down at the riverside and I just finished a deliciously messy tuna sandwich on my front porch. I don't even want to go inside to take a shower, the weather is that good.

"If English was good enough for Jesus, it's good enough for America," -Rick Santorum

I don't even need to rant about the above quote for you to understand how fantastic, ignorant, and hilarious it is.

FANTASTIC NEWS! The Financial Aid office called me the other day and offered me an extension of this year's financial aid to pay off the rest of my tuition! I have been paying it in increments, which they have noticed, and they called me up and extended me an offer of a Federal Loan to pay off the last few hundred of this semester because they can tell I have been chipping away at it but only in small payments. Woohoo!

And now, about that Chicago story I promised you...

When Ben and I arrived it had been roughly a day and a half since the last time either of us had either eaten or slept properly. I figured we would buy some energy drinks, grab a bite to eat, then head over to the hostel for a good night's sleep before tackling the next day. What actually happened: Ben and I meet at the tallest building in America, he tells me there is a hockey game going on that started an hour prior and we might be able to see the last few minutes of it, and we walked 5 miles to the game.

Upon arrival the security guard told us we couldn't enter the game for free because the last period hadn't even started yet, and we had to have tickets to enter. Just then two gentlemen exited the building. The security guard nudged us and told us to go ask them for their tickets. After giving Ben a little bit of shit for wearing his Michigan sweatshirt, the gentlemen handed over their tickets. We watched the last period, overtime, and shoot-off of a Blackhawks v. Blues game...for free.

And we had only been in Chicago for two hours.

The rest of our trip, tired and broke though we were, was incredible as well. I think Ben and I need to find our way back to the city again...we only got a taste of what Chicago has to offer, and were on the most limited of limited budgets. But have no fear! We still ate our weights in Chicago-style hot dogs and Chicago-style deep dish pizzas.

I think, at this point, it is safe to say that if you closed your eyes and imagined lots of silly things that two twentyish-year-old siblings do when they haven't seen eachother for a while and are turned loose on one of America's biggest cities, Ben and I probably did it in the 48 hours we were there.

One last final thought: I just ended my last college spring break. What!? I'm growing up!

...and I think I might be ok with that. So long as my post-college life includes lots of stupid adventures like this one anyway. And I assure you, it will.

I'm on Navy Pier right now in Chicago, Illinois. Ben just dropped me off and we went our separate ways. We've been texting each other for a few minutes and have agreed that buying a rather large bottle of Pepto Bismol would be a great idea for each of us - the Chicago-style hotdogs we ate for dinner last night are not sitting well in our tummies.

I suppose I'll have some sort of a more thorough update later. For now I'm very sleepy and am very excited about taking a nap in this MacDonald's until I get kicked out. I have 7 hours until my train leaves to usher me back to New York, and another 22 hours after that before I arrive in my village. I have always stood by the statement that sometimes...you just need a vacation from your vacation.

I'm pooped (and that has little to do with my digestive problems right now from last night's hotdog). Chicago story later. Naptime in MacDonald's now.


sesame seed bun, lime green relish, mustard, onions, a tomato slice, a dill pickle spear, and never ever EVER ketchup. Warning: must wash down with a glass of Pepto Bismol

Admittedly, my technique for finding the place I'm staying when travelling to a rather large city I've never been to before will not always be the most reliable. However, taking the train in and walking in any direction until I find a Starbucks where I take advantage of the free WiFi to look up my coordinates has worked for me thus far.

I rolled in at about 10am this morning, walked one block in an arbitrarily picked direction, found a Starbucks, and here I am. When I'm done with this post I'm going to walk over to my hostel, shower, nap, then explore a little until Ben gets here. And we will adventure the city together.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived in Chicago.

I have been waiting for my train for three hours and have another two to go until it gets here.

I have no internet and have now watched 4 episodes of the TV show Lie to Me.

I've resorted to listenting to Taylor Swift while taking pictures of myself, then editing them to make me look super great (don't tell anyone that I do this to about 80% of all of my Facebook photos).

Once my train arrives it'll be another 13 hours until I arrive in Chicago. I imagine I will be taking and editing a heck of a lot more photos of myself tonight.

Also...I have mentioned Chicago in every post so far this month.

I leave the house in 20 minutes.
Then I eat breakfast at the local diner.
Then I catch the 12:40pm bus to Syracuse.
Then I have a very long layover.
Then I catch the 9pm bus to Chicago.
Then I arrive in Chicago at 10am on Tuesday.

And by 3pm on Tuesday, Ben will be there to play around the city with me!

Greater than my desire to pay off all of my student loans is my desire to know what I will be doing with my life after I graduate.

I just started my last college spring break that I will be enjoying during my Bachelor's Degree. The greatest problem I have always known I will have to face that will manifest as a result of choosing to earn my 4-year degree in such a distant place is knowing that I will have to leave it eventually.

And yet, even though I will be leaving some of the closest friends I have ever made (including a not too shabby boyfriend) behind in this corner of the country, I know it has been worth it.

I'm not graduating until December; until I'm gone, I am going to marinate myself in this beautiful snowglobe called Potsdam.

Hey, it's spring break. Time to enjoy life. As usual, my school breaks do not involve going home to California. ...oh no, they involve shenanigans with hostels and minimal food in cities I've never been to before. Next stop: Chicago.

Bring. It. On.

My train ticket is booked! My hostel is booked! I'm leaving for Chicago at 1pm on Monday, arriving 10am on Tuesday, and staying there for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights!

However...I have not yet booked my returning train ticket....

So I woke up this morning at 8:59am but ohmygod I had a midterm at 9 so I put on my pants and ran to class don't worry it wasn't snowing it was actually quite nice and then I took the exam and was like the third person to turn it in and I got an 83% on it which is really really great because last year I had a very similar class almost identical really by the same professor and I got like a 55% on the midterm so that's why I'm super stoked. Oh and I just got the grade back for a literature review I wrote up and I got a 99% on it. Woohoo!

*breath*

Oh AND I just booked my hostel reservations for spring break. I will be spending Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights in CHICAGO.

I know, life is hard when you're me.

I'm practically spending all of my money to get there though so I will probably be a little bit broke (more broke than usual) for a while...

Spring break is next week and I'm going to backpack Chicago!

Do any of you have any friends who will let me crash on their couch and get naked in their shower for approximately 3 nights?

Working out spring break plans with the wonderful Ben Kurtz. We're thinking about tearing apart Chicago for a couple of days.

I'm running low on funds at the moment so I'm giving myself a $200 max for this trip (that includes travel and hostel expenses). Given that I technically still haven't finsihed paying my bill for this semester, I don't have a lot of wiggle room with my money. Anyone wanna throw some extra money my way so I can finish paying for this semester, start building my savings to pay for next semester, or spend a couple of nights in Chicago in two weeks?