As young adults, there is so much expected of us. There are days where you have to multi-task things that really shouldn't be done at the same time; Like filing your nails while driving. I'm a believer in enjoying everything you do and never doing anything simply because you think you "should." But this doesn't apply if you're a slacker. Being lazy is lame.

27 August 2009

Poll Results: During the semester, all my instructors will be male. What consequences will ensue? (choose all that apply)

You'll need lots of girls nights.
2 (50%)
Your semester will rule.
1 (25%)
Nothing different than with female instructors.
1 (25%)
You'll come out with your head on a plate.
1 (25%)

Fall 2009, The First Week

Day One - Greek, Statistics, run into friend, book store for pencil and lead, Intro to Language Studies, book store for study packet for ILS, staring at homework, walk around campus with friend, hand out at Institute with friends, home, stare at homework.

Day Two - Sleep in, paint room, walk through Institute and chat with friend, Ballroom Dance and the CHA-CHA!, sign up to take notes in Stats for someone and earn $50 at the end of the semester, stare at homework, panic over forgotten Algebra, friend assists in remembering, way too much food at Wendy's with a friend, go to RUSH, dress in "work out clothes" (leggings, rolled up stretchy pants, leg warmers, headband and t-shirt), FAIL in jump-rope in skit (rope stuck in hair), talked to girls and tried to find the balance between enthusiasm to knock them over and convincing them to come to Theta, leave backpack, friend picks up and another friend drives me to get it.

Day Three - Greek, Statistics and want to cry, tempted to break into song in the library, ILS, hang out at Institute with friends, home and crash.

Day Four - Run into Choir director, Greek, get calls and texts from Choir director, get a list declaring me official in the choir, stare at homework . . .

Anticipating for the week - Starting new job at the library, staring at homework, meeting new choir people.

26 August 2009

You know you're an idiot when...

  • You lose your keys in your backpack (at least a week of searching)
  • You lose your camera in your backpack (a few months of searching, granted this backpack was not commonly used)
  • You lose your iPod in your backpack (luckily it was less than 24 hours of searching)
  • The jump-rope gets stuck under your hair while hundreds of girls are watching
  • You back into a rather large dumpster
  • You wear a shirt on inside out and/or backwards, not noticing for at least an hour
  • You get stuck in a revolving door with your rolling suitcase

15 August 2009

Clothing Shopping, an adventure men never have to worry about...

A few months ago I was in a shop on my lunch break, and found the sale rack. There was a shirt that was labeled $4. It was cute, so I picked it up and took it to the dressing room. It fit! Sweet, 4 dollar shirt, can't argue with that. It has long sleeves, and since the purchase was in the summer, it just wasn't suitable unless I wanted to roast. A few days later I was itching to wear it for an evening out so I put it on and looked in the mirror. Wait a second. . .I lifted up the front of the shirt a little bit. The front seemed to be longer in the front than the back. . . My eyes went wide and I started laughing. It's a maternity shirt!


Guess I'll save it for later.

11 August 2009

I'm grateful...

I have a friend who keeps a running tab on all the things she is grateful for. Some are so random you think, 'oh, life is nicer with that'. Following her example, I will periodically post something I am grateful for. Sometimes we get so bogged down with life and responsibilities, and things we aren't or don't have yet, that the best remedy is to step back and ponder what we already are and have, how life has brought us to where we are, and how much we have already grown. We are a society of "never enough." Today, this is sufficient for me.

To be able to sing. It's a stress reliever, a way to express emotion, and to communicate with others when words are not enough. I'm not a fabulous soloist, but have been blessed with the opportunity to sing in awesome choirs for the past few years. It brings social opportunities with those who have similar interests. It's a talent, hobby, and love. Vocal chords require no case to be carried around in. Breaking into song may scare some people, but it's a love that just must be shared.

06 August 2009

Dear Neville,


Your dedicated driver.
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