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The Feelings of a College Introverted-Extrovert

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The pitter patter of a heart. Something you feel when you least expect it at times. What is it? Why is it here? What does it want with me?
Just a regular conversation to be had to de-stress from a week of homework and exams. All I need is one day to have not a care in the world...

One dinner. One movie. One, perfect evening.

You go about your life in a daze sometimes. You repeat the motions set before you until the days start to jumble together. Get up. Go to class. Eat dinner. Study. Sleep. Repeat.


Again and again it happens until you snap out of it and realize you need more. Now most college students I've come across go through these similar motions. It's like life is set on repeat, and you forget that there is something else out there. Sometimes you fall into this daze for a week, or a month, or even a semester. You're not unhappy per-se, but you need a little more than that daily routine you've been so accustomed to, however long it's been. You don't know why there is a feeling of unease, but you do know it needs to be settled. 


So you do something about it. There is a quick impromptu plan to hang out with your clan--your group of people. 


Thursday is the night. Just a casual dinner/movie date. A night out with the girls is just what you need to break the routine of harmful consistency.

What is it about a dinner that always brings people closer together? As the food comes, you sit and discuss the week's events, but as the food is close to arriving, you get off of the superficial subjects and move onto subjects that will bring out emotions you didn't think you even had. It could be anger or annoyance or sadness or happiness. 


Ah happiness, sometimes one can take advantage of the happy emotion and forget it's even there. There are times you don't realize it's gone until there is a firework of explosions that go off by one simple...what? Is it a word, a memory, a person?

But as the happiness fades, there is a fond memory that takes its place. At first you might think it appreciation. Appreciation of going out or having friends there with you. Then you ponder a bit more about this emotion as you sit and enjoy a nice conversation with friends--the people who mean the most to you, and you think, "wow, I really love these people."

Love. That's the missing piece to the puzzle. You have these amazing people sitting by you, talking about things that you could never talk about with most.

The common rule of thumb is to never talk about politics and religion at a dinner table. With anyone. No exceptions. But with people who have a common tolerance and acceptance, as well as a similar view, there is nothing in the world that you can't talk about. Emotions like anger and annoyance aren't the driving factors in your conversations. They are of intellect and understanding. You just don't see it very often, especially from young adults who have short fuses, and are just now staring to learn about themselves and their belief systems.

Right here is where I can stay for the night. With the people I love; people who help me grow and keep me questioning--looking for knowledge that will lead me to my future destiny.

Alas, the time has come to see a movie, so the conversation must come to an end, but once a mood of fondness and thought come into play, a movie can be exactly what you need.

I sit in the theatre and wait for the new Cinderella movie. As soon as the screen comes alive, so do my feelings. That feeling you get when everything in the world can stop for a second, because it feels nice. Like a magical dream. It's not something that is brought on often, but when it is spotted, you are cocooned in its happy glow.

I don't know if it's just me, (I'm sure it's not) but disney movies make me happy. I know it's an unrealistic dream to some, but for me it brings about only good memories. Each movie brings to me new thoughts about the world or about my own life. They're feelings that cannot be put into words, no matter how hard I try. But I don't think they're meant to be. I think they're there for your own inspiration and internal happiness, even if it is just for a moment.

This night was just like my own little fairytale, and even though reality would hit me like a brick in the morning, it was a helper to clear my thoughts and get ready for a new day. 

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Spring Break 2015: Day 4

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Monday

9:00 am: Finally, a decent hour of wake up time! Wow, did I just waste 2 hours sleeping in instead of going outside? I feel like I should be a little upset by this but…

10:00 am: The amount of times Krysten has complained about my sleep schedule and snoring has become completely ludicrous. I'm going to roll my eyes at her, and show her I care not what she thinks. Oh gosh, if she strangles me…maybe I should go call my mom and tell her I love her. 

12:00 pm: Alone time really suits me. My all around neglect towards humans puts me in a better mood, I wonder if this is something to worry about? Nah, I'm sure a ton of people think the same way I do! I mean, my introverted tendencies usually win out over my extroverted character of conduct. I really appreciate "me" time more than I will ever like "we" time. Four days down, and four days to go without any Alhana time. I can do this. I have a bunch of time to myself, and I adore these people, and…and here come the roommates, uh I mean friends. Four days to go; you like people, just keep telling yourself that…

2:30 pm: Lunch time, lunch time, time to eat some lunch. Makes me nice and happy, and makes me not a grump! 
Geez I love my meal time songs a little too much sometimes. Well, I mean I like hearing myself sing all the time so that's probably why I do it…
"Wanna go to Downtown Disney," says an already tan Krysten. First I need some sun to look like her unrealistic color of skin and THEN we will go to Disney. Yes, that is precisely what we are going to do!

9:00 pm: I forget how magical a place such as Disney can be until I visit again. I'm not even at the parks, and I still cannot fathom why anyone would NOT want to live in the world Walt Disney made up for the rest of their lives.
"That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up." I mean come on Walt, please hit me harder in the gut, and make me want to reevaluate my life further. Why are all his sayings up every few feet I walk in this area? This place is like heaven, right smack dab in the middle of hell. It gives me all the wrong feels in all the right places. It's fine, ignore his knowledgable words, and the beautiful ambiance. Just keep walking and…Ooo there is a store made up of inspirational quotes! Damn you designer man who thought to put this store at the front of my downtown stroll. 

9:10 pm: I WANT TO BUY ALL THE QUOTES! They would look so good on my wall of inspiration at home.

9:11 pm: $40 for a small piece of wood? Nah Disney, you can keep your rubbish items. I'll just go home a little bit sadder, but my pockets heavier. MOVING ON! 

9:50 pm: Ooo, the Disney Store! Look at all the shiny stuff. TOUCHING EVERYTHING!! 

9:51 pm: Reevaluate Alhana. People are starting to stare, and you definitely ditched the people you came here with. Oh but it's all so pretty! Running! No, walking. Nah, running! No speed walking. I. must. see. everything. I feel like a Pokemon fan--yes ma'am, I do want to collect them all. Aw I wish Sarah was here to appreciate all of this with me. My arabian little would definitely run with me. Hah, I bet she'd be crazier than I would…

9:55 pm: Walt Disney you are my hero. I will forever worship the ground you walk on. I am never telling anyone about this obsession…

11:20 pm: I am going home and taking a nice long bath. Bath bomb here I come!

11:35 pm: How shall I ask Krysten to give me some alone time for an hour? The bath is so amazing, and if I don't take it now, then I'm never going to be able to! "Krysten, can I have some alone time to take a bath, please?" There, that sounded reasonable. Uh-oh, she doesn't look too happy. Maybe I can ask again…

11:45 pm: This Bath bomb is so cool! Ooo look, there are sparkles, and it looks like a rocket ship. Turning on the jets an…woah! This bomb has bubbles. How do I stop this thing? They are going over the tub! Okay, don't freak out; just start blowing on the bubbles to make more room!

11:46 pm: Need to make the jets stop. Need to make the jets stop. Need to--okay that's a ton better. *Sigh.* A bath is the way to end any day. 







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Spring Break 2015: Day 3

Monday, March 9, 2015

Sunday

7:00 am: Where am I? Wow, then it's definitely not a dream! I am finally in a semi-secluded paradise. What I should eat for breakfast before going down to the pool?

12:00 pm: I wonder what time Taylor is getting into Florida? I need some Arab girl time. Hm, what are we going to do? Maybe I can coerce her into doing something dangerously exciting.

2:00 pm: I think I am starting to get some color to my skin! Tan lines here I come! Oh wait, that's just a bright burn appearing on my alabaster skin. I already reapplied sunscreen 4 times! I knew I should have gotten SPF 90. Curse you Pubix and your understocked section of sunscreen. Who carries more tanning oil than sun protection lotion? Thanks America, for finding yet another way to kill off your citizens one days worth of sun at a time. If I ever get to medical school and survive my residency, I'm going to have to be treating a lot of patients for the melanoma I'm sure they will get…

5:00 pm: I loathe the people that decided to have children and never take care of them. If that child splashes me one more time, I'm going to do everyone a favor by dragging them out by their hair, and returning them to their parents with the best reprimanding speech known to man. 

6:00 pm: Bro, I don't think you're supposed to leave your 4-month-old baby outside in this heat for 6 hours. For godsakes, reapply their sunscreen so they don't die! No idiot! Don't put your already burned newborn in the water! Take them inside or something, you irresponsible imbecile. Dear God that child doesn't even have a hat to protect its bald head. I wonder if it would be irrational of me to call child protective services on this lady…

10:00 pm: Finally, my dear Taylor has arrived. Let me catch Krysten's eye so we can go see her. I don't think she wants to go. I wonder why she's giving me a face that screams anger and hostile irritability. 

12:00 pm: Taylor's resort is nice, but there sure are a ton of weird people here. Why are 30-something-year-olds hooting and playing ping pong? Haha someone definitely just hooted back--oh gosh, they did it again. I think it's time for these old people to go to bed, or you know, to their kids or something.

1:00 am: Ice cream is not a good idea this late at night. Need. Sleep. Now. "Krysten get up!" Okay, I think it's time to get back to our place. I wonder if I'll have nightmares of those men...

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Spring Break 2015: Day 2

Sunday, March 8, 2015

SATURDAY

6:00 am: Why does it sound like a horse is dying in my room? Oh, it's just Cassidy hacking up her lungs. Ugh, I cannot turn again; my poor stiff back. Well, since I'm up, I might as well go relieve myself. Oh no, I heard something crack in my back. 
Look at Krysten just sleeping there like this bed is God's gift from heaven. I wonder when they're going to wake up.

7:00 am: Still no sign of sleep. Should I wake Krysten and Cassidy or…
Nah, Cassidy sounds really ill, I'll give them another hour.

8:00 am: Oh great, the idiot twits from last night are back. How are those two still sleeping with this racket? I'm just going to go into Cassidy's bed and continuously stare at her until she wakes up.

8:05 am: There are no signs of movement at all. Maybe I should make some noise! I need to get out of this diseased ridden bed before I catch what she has. Maybe I'll read.

8:07 am: Those black walls sure are growing on me ever since the room became dark. Maybe I was wrong about this room after all. Ew, did I just see something crawl up that wall. Do not scream Alhana. Don't you dare utter a sound. People are all around you! I'm going to go and open the curtains to see the beautiful…why is it raining? Oh crap, did I just make that awful noise. Oh no, they woke up. "Good morning!! Wakey Wakey. It's time to get out of this frightening room," I whispered cheerfully. Why are they looking at me like I just killed their cat? It's like past 8 by now, they need to get up.

9:00 am: They went back to bed, so I'm going to purposely move around and make a ton of noise. Oh great, Krysten is giving me that same look of loathing again…

11:00 am: We finally got out of that filth ridden room, and into the nearest Ihop. Why thank you sir, I have come hungry, and I better leave happy. Time to do my pancake song.

12:00 pm: I wonder why the waitress is looking at us like she wants us to leave. I left her a 20% tip! I'm just sitting here minding my own business, waiting to check into my resort! I guess it's time to go. I don't want to end up in an ally with her in the dark. 

12:30 pm: I hate Starbucks… I feel like a basic white girl that just won the pretend lottery, and my friends look like starving travelers that have just found the Elixir of Life. I'm just going to sit somewhere far away from the barista, and let them fend for themselves. Ugh, I feel so dirty coming in here. I am so sorry Bigby's; you are definitely still my favorite. 

1:00 pm: Why does making a grocery list have to be so hard?? I hate meal planning. I wish my mother was here to do this for us…

3:00 pm: Finally checked into the resort! And look at this view. Thank you Wyndham timeshare for always being a loving mother, cradling me in her loving bosom; and a special thank you to Stephanie, who was amazing enough to help check me in. I most certainly owe you a fruit basket. 
Ooo, this hot tub in my room is looking splendid! Bubble bath here I come!

6:00 pm: Why isn't there a Walmart here? The nearest grocery store is something called Pubix. I don't want to go into a store that sounds like it belongs on the outermost private part of the human body…

6:05 pm: Haha this overpriced rubble of filth is actually called Publix! Why do they have groceries in bulk? This ain't no Sam's Club. 
Now why is it costing me $6.00 for a small box of cereal? 
$100 for the bill? Okay Pubix, you can just calm down, and lower your prices since I had to lower my standards.

7:30 pm: Ah, relaxation station here we are. After this stressful day, the darkness suits my soul this fine night. I wonder how many little kids have peed in this pool today. Bleh, do NOT think about that. Just lay down in your tube, and let the water carry you away to a far away land…

9:00 pm: My back is hurting, but I am calm. I am going to take a nice hot shower, and wipe the grime off my disgusting body from the previous day's events. Now this is what I call a real shower!
Do da dee dum do day--wasting my life away, and in Florida I will stay.

10:00 pm: So this is what heaven feels like. The bed is so nice and comfy. The fun has now officially began. 



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Spring Break 2015: Day 1

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Friday

4:00 am: What is that incessant noise I keep hearing? Oh wait, I guess it's time for me to get myself up to go to the airport. Wow, I forgot how much I hate the morning time. "Good morning," are the next words I hear coming from my travel mates who look a lot more awake than I do. If they keep staring at me with those ecstatic looks on their faces, I think I am going to have to brutally harm them. Okay calm down, it's time for Florida!

8:00 am: Florida here we come! My excitement is at a good 8 right? Right. Okay, time to mentally prepa…what in the world is this machinery? This better not be the plane we're going on. Oh God, this does not look safe. It's okay Alhana, just think of the sun, and beach, and….seriously why is it making a catastrophic noise? You, United Airlines, are going to be my downfall. You will rue the day you decide to kill me off in a crash! Oh, wait I guess it's not that bad. Hm, the pilot sure knows what he's doing. Alright, I guess I can relax a bit. 

2:00 pm: Oh my gosh, I think I can see a bright light coming from the outside world! Is this the part where I walk towards it or… 
"Wow so this is what warmth feels like," said a brightly ecstatic Cassidy. Oh wait, just kidding, it's the sun. Michigan you have once again made me forget the Greek gods that control the weather are not mad at every state in this country. 

2:30 pm: What do you mean it's going to cost this much to rent a car?! I called prior to arriving, and reserved a car. Curse you Orlando, and your outrageous add on expenses. My mother is surely going to hear about this! 

3:00 pm: So, since none of us are 21, we need to find a hotel until we can get someone to help us get into the resort tomorrow. Hm, maybe we should just sleep in this overly priced vehicle that was purchased! Why are my travel mates shouting at me? Okay, a cheap hotel it is! 

4:00 pm: This hotel does not seem bad at all. Wow it even has heated pools. The reception area looks so elegant in its colorful layers of demure decor. I think this is going to be our home for the night!

4:10 pm: What in the bloody hell is that rancid smell? There was a wall of separation from the main building and the hotel rooms; you lying fiends! Where in the world is our room? The numbers on the doors don't even make sense. Oh. My. Gosh. Is that black mold or dirt on the walls?!? Lord Jesus, please keep me safe from the infestation that is now my home for the night. Okay, it will be fine! I just need to keep…EW! Why is the tub that color? I think the car would have been a most welcome place of living…

5:00 pm: Hardy har-har. Jokes on you rent-a-car place. You thieves now have to deal with the wrath of mother. Bet that smirk you had when you let me leave with an up charge of $200 fell right off your face as soon as the crazy woman on the phone demanded to speak with your manager. 

6:00 pm: Hungry. Need. Food. Stat. Cannot function. Bum bum bum, it's Denny's time. Hm, what to eat, what to eat… 
Ooo, it all sounds goo…why is my phone ringing when I am hungry?
Oh great, the car place wants to talk to me now. I can do this. I am a broke college kid who will not stand for the up charge! 
Okay don't be nervous, act calm. They were wrong and you are pretty. Oops, I mean you're right AND you're pretty! 

7:00pm: Woo-hoo! Mamma bear for the win! Extra charge is gone, and ice cream is here. Nom nom nom ice cream…

8:00 pm: I will not throw up on the sheets. I will not throw up on the sheets. I'm just going to put my hair up, and not change my clothes. No need for any other clothes to get infested with disgusting germs! Okay, I am going to now go underneath the covers. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. Why didn't I just opt to sleep in the car. The lovely leather seats would feel so nice on my post-plane skin. 
I will rough it out. At least you're not sleeping in the woods! Hm, the woods do sound like a dream compared to this dump. 

9:00 pm: So tired. Must fall asleep. Dream of that beautiful resort, and sun, and palm trees, and the black lamp, and the yellow tinged bathtub, and…NO NO NO! Not the room, the outside!

9:25 pm: Okay, the imagery isn't working. Let's try listening to the peaceful calm of the outside world. Yes, that sounds very nic…Why is there screaming going on. Oh god, I hope the door to our room is locked. It's okay Alhana; it's only 9:30, they will leave and you can sleep soon!

12:10 am: I will not kill the loud men outside. I will not kill the loud men outside. I will not…Oh gosh, I wish I had a car that I could run them over with. That is a nice peaceful image. Maybe a squirrel will come and attack them. Haha, I am getting pretty tired. I should have just been thinking of this from the get go! Pianos falling on their heads, a pit bull chasing them...

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