Syracuse Gossip

So I was up at Cuse this past weekend for my very first Syracuse University Homecoming and my goodness, was it spectacular! I have more I want to write on that topic but I just need to throw an open question out there to my fellow Syracuse loves who are out in blog world.

There were rumors throughout the weekend of a Syracuse gossip Web site similar to gossip girl or to the infamous (at least in my apartment this past year) Fordham U's FUrez Hilton. I'm totally pumped about this gossip site and I SO want to find it online. Last winter, some pretty cool girls that I know pretty well started a Syracuse gossip blog but due to the craziness of senior year and how little they cared about anything besides having fun... the blog fizzled.

http://surezhillton.blogspot.com/

SUrez HILLton... they thought they were clever.

Anybody know the new blog URL??

I am tempted to keep the car in drive.

"Four more exits til my apartment,
but I am tempted to keep the car in drive,
and leave it all behind."

Today, as I drove to work I passed the sign that marks that Syracuse is 132 miles away. I drive by it every day on my way to work. But today, for some reason, I had the urge to just keep driving those 132 miles. Screw work. Screw everything I had to do that day. I just wanted to be at school. I just wanted to be at the place that has been my home for the past 4 years.

I've been wondering when its going to hit me that the summer is over and we're moving into fall. To be working full time in the fall is unchartered territory. For the first time in 16 years? 12 of high school and 4 of college? At least 16 years. And for all intents and purposes, for the first time in the span of my life that is covered by my memory, I will NOT be returning to school this fall.

WEIRD.

So John Mayer, I know in your song you were talking about going to your apartment and I was driving to work. And I know that you had 4 more exits to get to where you need to go and I only drive 2 exits on the highway. BUT, I sure was tempted to keep the car in drive and leave it all behind.

I miss you Cuse.

Who are you calling skinny?

So my girl, Principessa, e-mailed me a hysterical story today about how she got in a fight with a girl at Acropolis Pizza in Syracuse. Principessa was there late night, waiting for a friend who was getting some grub and decided to sit at a table and took off her shoes (I can relate to that!) and put them on the table with her purse.

From a nearby table she hears someone bitching to all her friends about how this "spoiled skinny white bitch thinks she can throw her shit everywhere." HOLD THE PHONE. Now, what caught Principessa's ears at this comment? The uncalled for need to call her spoiled when the girl doesn't even know her? No. The unwarranted claim that Principessa is a bitch? Nope, try again. The unneccessary need to bring race into the issue? Not it either.

This girl called her SKINNY! And Principessa was PUMPED.

For those of you who don't know, Principessa has been working with me to try and lose weight also. Last time I saw her, she looked AMAZING so she is def. doing a good job... enough so that randoms are calling her skinny-- go Principessa!!

How did she respond, you may be wondering. Principessa politely and rationally said to the girl, "Excuse me, but I can hear you talking. You are right. I shouldn't have my shoes on the table and I will gladly move them. However, you could have just asked me to instead of talking that way." Not only do I love my friends for having amazing responses like that to nasty girls trying to start shit. BUT I also love my friends for relaying stories like this to me, not for the fact that they almost got in a fight, but for the fact that they were called skinny!

I cannot wait until Homecoming and my fateful return to Syracuse to visit Principessa and hopefully, we can both get called skinny together :)