Wow. I reached a new all-time low this morning.
I do a lot of things in the car, like makeup, talking on the phone, ironing - you know, the usual. (*DISCLAIMER i do not actually iron while driving, that was an over exaggeration used for humorous person. i mean please. I don't have a plug-in in my car. But I'm sure there are several people out there who feel me when I say I would seriously consider it were it at all possible.)
ANYway, I digress. As I was making the 35 minute plus drive to Jacksonville, I added a new thing to my list.
I brushed my teeth.
Yes, that's right, I brushed my teeth whilst driving to school. But I had to ask myself - did my need for personal oral hygiene trump my lost dignity as I performed said usual morning bathroom ritual? something to think about.
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
back that thang up
As I arrived to class this morning, a little late as usual, I saw something that bothered me.
I always, ALWAYS parallel park on the side of the building, underneath the trees. There are (almost) always spaces here, and you don't have to have a sticker, AND it's perfectly legal with easy access to the Stone Center.
This morning, however, my attention was diverted to a Ford Focus. There is a nice long stretch of places to park, and Mr. or Ms. Focus was (I should only hope inadvertently) taking up about THREE of them.
I absolutely cannot stand it when someone feels the need to double park, park too close, too sideways, or not far enough in. If said Focus would have just pulled a little closer to the end of the line, or a little closer to the law abiding Malibu behind, another car could have easily fit in there!
But no. You pull around the side of the building, get excited because you see a normally great park, and...no, wait. There is just enough room so that you can't park there. It's sort of like when you are cruising the parking spaces at Wal-Mart, and you get that little flutter of excitement because you see a really great front park, and oh my gosh, why didn't the car in front of me pull in there? and this is just my luck and you put on your blinker because you want everyone to know that you are Lord or Lady of the Lot and that this is your space, and then - it's a teeny, tiny, sports car, pulled all the way to the line, sandwhiched between a Suburban and a Tahoe, fooling you into thinking there isn't really a car parked there. Damn!
Or it's kind of like the inevitable rule that once you give up and park in the back and decidem "Hey, I need the exercise anyway," you are almost taken out by a car leaving a front row park who can't get out of there faster. Honestly. I have had those moments where I wonder if I can still make it back to my car to pull it up closer (which is stupid), or if I a random passerby, I have been tempted to say, "You there - stand here and guard this spot whilst I pull the Cavvy around!" (Which is more stupid - but I have actually done it at the University of Alabama at the music hall...)
Anyway, I digress. Everyone have a great day and a fabulous Easter weekend.
I always, ALWAYS parallel park on the side of the building, underneath the trees. There are (almost) always spaces here, and you don't have to have a sticker, AND it's perfectly legal with easy access to the Stone Center.
This morning, however, my attention was diverted to a Ford Focus. There is a nice long stretch of places to park, and Mr. or Ms. Focus was (I should only hope inadvertently) taking up about THREE of them.
I absolutely cannot stand it when someone feels the need to double park, park too close, too sideways, or not far enough in. If said Focus would have just pulled a little closer to the end of the line, or a little closer to the law abiding Malibu behind, another car could have easily fit in there!
But no. You pull around the side of the building, get excited because you see a normally great park, and...no, wait. There is just enough room so that you can't park there. It's sort of like when you are cruising the parking spaces at Wal-Mart, and you get that little flutter of excitement because you see a really great front park, and oh my gosh, why didn't the car in front of me pull in there? and this is just my luck and you put on your blinker because you want everyone to know that you are Lord or Lady of the Lot and that this is your space, and then - it's a teeny, tiny, sports car, pulled all the way to the line, sandwhiched between a Suburban and a Tahoe, fooling you into thinking there isn't really a car parked there. Damn!
Or it's kind of like the inevitable rule that once you give up and park in the back and decidem "Hey, I need the exercise anyway," you are almost taken out by a car leaving a front row park who can't get out of there faster. Honestly. I have had those moments where I wonder if I can still make it back to my car to pull it up closer (which is stupid), or if I a random passerby, I have been tempted to say, "You there - stand here and guard this spot whilst I pull the Cavvy around!" (Which is more stupid - but I have actually done it at the University of Alabama at the music hall...)
Anyway, I digress. Everyone have a great day and a fabulous Easter weekend.
Monday, April 10, 2006
sweet sixteens & charmed thirds
My cousin just turned sixteen this past week, and they had a big party for her on Saturday. Let me just say, when I turned sixteen, I don't think I did ANYTHING. Not one thing. I may have had some friends over, but that's about it. (On that note, oh how I miss the sleepovers we used to have at my house when I was in high school. Such fun!!)
Anyway, I'm digressing. My aunt threw her a big soiree for her sweet sixteen. She and all her friends wore formal dresses and boys wore dress clothes and ties and such - how adorable! Not only that, but there was a decent spread of food, a DJ, and...a chocolate fountain! My sister had a chocolate fountain at her wedding, for goodness sakes! Granted, this one was a little smaller, but a chocolate fountain nonetheless! Throw in Jude Law and giant pile of shoes, and you've got heaven for me in a nutshell! Literally - instead of of the land of milk and honey, I long for a place where the chocolate flows freely and I can run through it ankle-deep in my strappy slingback sandals...well, maybe not. That doesn't exactly sound sanitary, now does it?
Anyway, once again I have lost myself to a tangent. Damn those things! The only thing better than the chocolate fountain was the opportunity to see pre-pubescent (okay, in-the-midst pubescent) 15- and 16-year old white kids attempt to dance. There was one signature move, a throwback to the Hustle and the Snoop Dogg "Drop It Like It's Hot" move. Some of the kids seriously should have dropped it. Seriously. It was the funniest thing I have seen in about two weeks. And there is always that one Mom who feels the need to break it down with the kids. She was literally rubbing her "lady lumps" all over some 16-year-old kids that could barely handle his own lumps, let alone hers. THEN the highlight of the evening - a kid who liked to call himself "Times Two" and apparently had a CD out with the new hits "Something Something Booty" (I can't remember the first two words) and "How U Luv That." He took the stage by storm singing, "Alright, let's go, go get drunk, go get high..." etc., etc. Shortly after, he was removed from the mic. Needless to say, the grandparents and parents in the crowd did NOT "Luv That." Apparently, Time Two got multiplied by Zero. Those of you out there who are mathematicians know what that means....you get nothin'.
Another bit of excitement that night...I locked my keys in my car at the Mellow Mushroom. It was an accident - I swapped purses, but carried the other one with me in the car (this is my trick - I carry only what I need in the little one, but I drag my giant saddle bag along and keep it in the car.) I forgot what I was doing and I was a little bit of recon-work on my hair and makeup, and slipped the keys into my other purse. Lucky enough, the Oxford police were nice enough to come and help me out. Other than that, i don't wanna talk about it...
I was in a mood this afternoon, so I got in my car and just started driving. Everyone has their vices when they are depressed, etc. what have you. Mine? Books. That's right. I drove down to the Books a Million in Oxford and delighted myself in buying two new books. I spent waaay too much on a book I have been waiting on for a reaaaally long time, and then I bought another that just looked good.
The book I have been waiting on, Charmed Thirds, is third in a series of books by Megan McCafferty. These books are absolutely HILARIOUS. Seriously. They are published on an adult label to reach beyond the young adult masses, but they are young adult books. However, they are deliciously different in that they deal with much more mature subject matter, at least in a different way. I loved the first two, Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings and I have been read for this book. It wasn't supposed to come out til tomorrow, but imagine my elation when i happened upon it by accident. I almost collided with a display for the Da Vinci code books (another one that i would like to pick up..along with A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. I'm an Oprah's Book Club whore ) and libros de espanol (Spanish titles).
The other book I bought is Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin, I think is her name. It's about a girl who was always the good girl, until her best friend throws her a big thirtieth bday bash, after which she gets really drunk and sleeps with her best bud's fiancee - oops! Can't wait to read this one...
Anyway, I'm digressing. My aunt threw her a big soiree for her sweet sixteen. She and all her friends wore formal dresses and boys wore dress clothes and ties and such - how adorable! Not only that, but there was a decent spread of food, a DJ, and...a chocolate fountain! My sister had a chocolate fountain at her wedding, for goodness sakes! Granted, this one was a little smaller, but a chocolate fountain nonetheless! Throw in Jude Law and giant pile of shoes, and you've got heaven for me in a nutshell! Literally - instead of of the land of milk and honey, I long for a place where the chocolate flows freely and I can run through it ankle-deep in my strappy slingback sandals...well, maybe not. That doesn't exactly sound sanitary, now does it?
Anyway, once again I have lost myself to a tangent. Damn those things! The only thing better than the chocolate fountain was the opportunity to see pre-pubescent (okay, in-the-midst pubescent) 15- and 16-year old white kids attempt to dance. There was one signature move, a throwback to the Hustle and the Snoop Dogg "Drop It Like It's Hot" move. Some of the kids seriously should have dropped it. Seriously. It was the funniest thing I have seen in about two weeks. And there is always that one Mom who feels the need to break it down with the kids. She was literally rubbing her "lady lumps" all over some 16-year-old kids that could barely handle his own lumps, let alone hers. THEN the highlight of the evening - a kid who liked to call himself "Times Two" and apparently had a CD out with the new hits "Something Something Booty" (I can't remember the first two words) and "How U Luv That." He took the stage by storm singing, "Alright, let's go, go get drunk, go get high..." etc., etc. Shortly after, he was removed from the mic. Needless to say, the grandparents and parents in the crowd did NOT "Luv That." Apparently, Time Two got multiplied by Zero. Those of you out there who are mathematicians know what that means....you get nothin'.
Another bit of excitement that night...I locked my keys in my car at the Mellow Mushroom. It was an accident - I swapped purses, but carried the other one with me in the car (this is my trick - I carry only what I need in the little one, but I drag my giant saddle bag along and keep it in the car.) I forgot what I was doing and I was a little bit of recon-work on my hair and makeup, and slipped the keys into my other purse. Lucky enough, the Oxford police were nice enough to come and help me out. Other than that, i don't wanna talk about it...
I was in a mood this afternoon, so I got in my car and just started driving. Everyone has their vices when they are depressed, etc. what have you. Mine? Books. That's right. I drove down to the Books a Million in Oxford and delighted myself in buying two new books. I spent waaay too much on a book I have been waiting on for a reaaaally long time, and then I bought another that just looked good.
The book I have been waiting on, Charmed Thirds, is third in a series of books by Megan McCafferty. These books are absolutely HILARIOUS. Seriously. They are published on an adult label to reach beyond the young adult masses, but they are young adult books. However, they are deliciously different in that they deal with much more mature subject matter, at least in a different way. I loved the first two, Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings and I have been read for this book. It wasn't supposed to come out til tomorrow, but imagine my elation when i happened upon it by accident. I almost collided with a display for the Da Vinci code books (another one that i would like to pick up..along with A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. I'm an Oprah's Book Club whore ) and libros de espanol (Spanish titles).
The other book I bought is Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin, I think is her name. It's about a girl who was always the good girl, until her best friend throws her a big thirtieth bday bash, after which she gets really drunk and sleeps with her best bud's fiancee - oops! Can't wait to read this one...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw cantaloupes...
...hee, hee, hee...I love Sex and the City. And yes, it is four o clock in the morning and I am STILL awake. I have worked every single day (night) this week, and I have tonight (but not today) off from work, and I have done nothing. At all. Well, except run all around the freakin town trying to find the ingredients to make pizza.
Let me start at the semi-beginning (not that it's really that exciting, from the beginning or the middle). I made a peanut butter pie to take with me to work this morning (i made it whilst staying at my parents' house) and I was so proud of myself, especially since I remembered it - only I didn't remember it until I was at Red Lobster's back door. Oh, well. I took a detour on the way home tonight to pick it up so I would have it to take tomorrow (technically, today). That took a little time, plus I got caught up in a very special Lifetime movie. No, seriously. It was one woman's struggle....anyway. I grabbed the pie and we jammed back to Jville.
(Oh, and my CD played is screwed up, and I don't know what is wrong with it. The darn thing keeps making an angry buzzing, whirring noise and it says "ERR" - well, not out loud. It just has that displayed across the digital thingie. It's kind of annoying. Esp when there isn't anything on the radio.) I stopped by Steph's to chat with her for a bit, and I ended up being there for a while. I made my WalMart trip so that I would have the necessary ingredients to make the pizza I had to been SO looking forward to. I finally got home around 8, maybe? I heated the oven, changed into something comfy, fed the cats, etc. Then I went to get my stuff together and....NO YEAST! I then remembered that Mel had made some bread or something a while back, and I assume that would take a lot of yeast. I was determined to have pizza, so believe it or not I went back to wal mart, darted in to get my yeast, narrowly missed the annoying door greeter, purchased my necessaries, and left. I was gettin excited about the pizza by this time. I was really worked into a tizzy about it. Once I get home, I go to take out the flour that has the only pizza recipe I like to use bc I know it works and....NO FLOUR. I kid you not. I ended up having plenty of wheat flour and JUST enough white to do what I needed, only I had to improvise the recipe. It was delish, but what a pain in the ass this whole night was. I couldn't really even enjoy it, bc it was almost midnight by the time I finished. :(
I took a long satisfying bath, but I learned an important lesson: if you have a yummy bath product from Bath and Body Works, read the label. And if it says, "Do not use on freshly shaven skin," they ain't kidding. I learned that the hard way. I literally thought my skin was burning off and escaping down the drain. They should put that on the label!!!!! IN BOLD PRINT!!! If I had had any military secrets, I was ready to talk. That should be a torture technique. Crap, man.
Also, I got into a fight with my newest pair of shoes. We aren't really on the best terms - we are totally not speaking. I bought the CUTEST pair of Steve Madden cowboy boots for myself for Valentine's Day (after all, I've been SO good to me all year long!) and I haven't worn them a whole whole lot. Well, I wore them into the bank to see mi madre. I was gracefully striding across the room to the door, when suddenly my feet went not out from under me but in. My ankle slid inwards and I knocked the hell out of my knee(s). Oh, holy crap did it hurt. The only thing that hurt worse than my knee was my pride. I was like, "Golly, gee, did you see that? right out from under me! Have a fantastic day!" and then I proceeded to haul ass out of there. If I would have fallen backwards, I would not have gotten up. I promise you. I would have curled up into the fetal position and rocked my way towards my car in the parking lot. How emBARassing! I later found out from my mom that the man who cleans the floors uses furniture polish to make the floors shiny. Are you FREAKIN kidding me. Cause that's not a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Hm. Anyway. now that that's out. Maybe I'll try and get some sleep. Maybe...
Let me start at the semi-beginning (not that it's really that exciting, from the beginning or the middle). I made a peanut butter pie to take with me to work this morning (i made it whilst staying at my parents' house) and I was so proud of myself, especially since I remembered it - only I didn't remember it until I was at Red Lobster's back door. Oh, well. I took a detour on the way home tonight to pick it up so I would have it to take tomorrow (technically, today). That took a little time, plus I got caught up in a very special Lifetime movie. No, seriously. It was one woman's struggle....anyway. I grabbed the pie and we jammed back to Jville.
(Oh, and my CD played is screwed up, and I don't know what is wrong with it. The darn thing keeps making an angry buzzing, whirring noise and it says "ERR" - well, not out loud. It just has that displayed across the digital thingie. It's kind of annoying. Esp when there isn't anything on the radio.) I stopped by Steph's to chat with her for a bit, and I ended up being there for a while. I made my WalMart trip so that I would have the necessary ingredients to make the pizza I had to been SO looking forward to. I finally got home around 8, maybe? I heated the oven, changed into something comfy, fed the cats, etc. Then I went to get my stuff together and....NO YEAST! I then remembered that Mel had made some bread or something a while back, and I assume that would take a lot of yeast. I was determined to have pizza, so believe it or not I went back to wal mart, darted in to get my yeast, narrowly missed the annoying door greeter, purchased my necessaries, and left. I was gettin excited about the pizza by this time. I was really worked into a tizzy about it. Once I get home, I go to take out the flour that has the only pizza recipe I like to use bc I know it works and....NO FLOUR. I kid you not. I ended up having plenty of wheat flour and JUST enough white to do what I needed, only I had to improvise the recipe. It was delish, but what a pain in the ass this whole night was. I couldn't really even enjoy it, bc it was almost midnight by the time I finished. :(
I took a long satisfying bath, but I learned an important lesson: if you have a yummy bath product from Bath and Body Works, read the label. And if it says, "Do not use on freshly shaven skin," they ain't kidding. I learned that the hard way. I literally thought my skin was burning off and escaping down the drain. They should put that on the label!!!!! IN BOLD PRINT!!! If I had had any military secrets, I was ready to talk. That should be a torture technique. Crap, man.
Also, I got into a fight with my newest pair of shoes. We aren't really on the best terms - we are totally not speaking. I bought the CUTEST pair of Steve Madden cowboy boots for myself for Valentine's Day (after all, I've been SO good to me all year long!) and I haven't worn them a whole whole lot. Well, I wore them into the bank to see mi madre. I was gracefully striding across the room to the door, when suddenly my feet went not out from under me but in. My ankle slid inwards and I knocked the hell out of my knee(s). Oh, holy crap did it hurt. The only thing that hurt worse than my knee was my pride. I was like, "Golly, gee, did you see that? right out from under me! Have a fantastic day!" and then I proceeded to haul ass out of there. If I would have fallen backwards, I would not have gotten up. I promise you. I would have curled up into the fetal position and rocked my way towards my car in the parking lot. How emBARassing! I later found out from my mom that the man who cleans the floors uses furniture polish to make the floors shiny. Are you FREAKIN kidding me. Cause that's not a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Hm. Anyway. now that that's out. Maybe I'll try and get some sleep. Maybe...
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Happy Tuesday
Happy Birthday to Stephany, first of all. That's the only good thing about this God-forsaken day. I swear, I hate Valentine's Day. I always have. Just don't like it. Don't get me wrong, I love candy, and those little shortbread cookies (even if they are in the shape of hearts), and I can't wait for the day after when WalMart discounts all the candy and stuff. But if I have to see one more paper heart, or a stuffed gorilla or bear or rhinoceros or any other gargantuan animal that hallmark thinks would realistically be squeezing a fuzzy heart and saying "I love you", I will lose my freakin mind.
Maybe I'm a little cynical. Just a touch. But I think that if you need a special holiday to tell your significant other that you love them, that's sad. They should already know. Wanna buy a gift? Go ahead. But that's also what anniversaries, birthdays, Christmases, non-Christian holidays, Arbor Day, Flag Day, and whatever the hell other days are for. Honestly, we are just setting ourselves up for another time when we have to buy a gift, or a card, or show some obligatory affection.
And then there's the looks us singletons get from those already coupled up. My favorite salutation on V-Day (or basically anytime I say I'm not in a serious relationship) is "Oh don't worry. You'll find someone." As if that's all I am worried about. And what about someone finding me? I'm a catch! I'm not worried about being in a relationship. I don't want one. The only one who seems to be worried about it is everyone else. I'm in no hurry to get attached. I am perfectly content to treat no one but MYSELF on February 14th, and every other day for that matter.
On to the topic of serious relationships. whatever the heck that label means. The word serious can sometimes be distorted. I know some people that are in "serious relationships" and the only thing they are is "seriously pathetic." Or "seriously miserable." But they don't want to break up with him or her because they don't want to be alone. (Because that would be SO much worse than where they already are.) Or they say "It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." Trust me. I don't understand. Nor do I want to. Seems a hell of a lot simpler to be ignorant in that situation.
And on to displays of affection. This is tricky. I understand that when you are in love, you just want the whole world to know, and you can't wait to put your stamp on this other person saying "This is mine. Don't touch." It makes me think of a dog or cat peeing on something to leave its mark: it's gross, it stinks, and it seems primitive. Oh, and generally it offends those who are around. Honestly, if you feel as bad for those that are around you that are single, spare us. Keep that at home, in the bedroom, or on National Geographic. I really don't need to see the PG-13 version of how babies are made. I'm all set here, thanks.
Now, I am not knocking relationships, or marriages, or courtships, or those of you that are in any of the above. Some of my best friends are married or dating someone. And I love them just the same. The only thing I have a problem with is anyone acting like it is so much better to be in one of those things. Please, God, don't look down on me, or feel sorry for me, or pity me. I don't need it. I feel bad about myself for other reasons at times, and that is the last thing I need.
I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant, but it did. Sorry guys. (Not even sure if anybody reads this or not.) And if any of you think that I am a cold-hearted bitch, read my last post. I am entirely capable of compassion and feelings. If you still don't believe me, screw you. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Maybe I'm a little cynical. Just a touch. But I think that if you need a special holiday to tell your significant other that you love them, that's sad. They should already know. Wanna buy a gift? Go ahead. But that's also what anniversaries, birthdays, Christmases, non-Christian holidays, Arbor Day, Flag Day, and whatever the hell other days are for. Honestly, we are just setting ourselves up for another time when we have to buy a gift, or a card, or show some obligatory affection.
And then there's the looks us singletons get from those already coupled up. My favorite salutation on V-Day (or basically anytime I say I'm not in a serious relationship) is "Oh don't worry. You'll find someone." As if that's all I am worried about. And what about someone finding me? I'm a catch! I'm not worried about being in a relationship. I don't want one. The only one who seems to be worried about it is everyone else. I'm in no hurry to get attached. I am perfectly content to treat no one but MYSELF on February 14th, and every other day for that matter.
On to the topic of serious relationships. whatever the heck that label means. The word serious can sometimes be distorted. I know some people that are in "serious relationships" and the only thing they are is "seriously pathetic." Or "seriously miserable." But they don't want to break up with him or her because they don't want to be alone. (Because that would be SO much worse than where they already are.) Or they say "It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." Trust me. I don't understand. Nor do I want to. Seems a hell of a lot simpler to be ignorant in that situation.
And on to displays of affection. This is tricky. I understand that when you are in love, you just want the whole world to know, and you can't wait to put your stamp on this other person saying "This is mine. Don't touch." It makes me think of a dog or cat peeing on something to leave its mark: it's gross, it stinks, and it seems primitive. Oh, and generally it offends those who are around. Honestly, if you feel as bad for those that are around you that are single, spare us. Keep that at home, in the bedroom, or on National Geographic. I really don't need to see the PG-13 version of how babies are made. I'm all set here, thanks.
Now, I am not knocking relationships, or marriages, or courtships, or those of you that are in any of the above. Some of my best friends are married or dating someone. And I love them just the same. The only thing I have a problem with is anyone acting like it is so much better to be in one of those things. Please, God, don't look down on me, or feel sorry for me, or pity me. I don't need it. I feel bad about myself for other reasons at times, and that is the last thing I need.
I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant, but it did. Sorry guys. (Not even sure if anybody reads this or not.) And if any of you think that I am a cold-hearted bitch, read my last post. I am entirely capable of compassion and feelings. If you still don't believe me, screw you. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
high school
High School
It's so weird to me...here recently I've been getting all these adds and stuff from people that I went to high school with. I mean, it's only been like three years since I graduated, but it feels like forever. I remember thinking that some of these people I might never see again, but with all this new technology, it's entirely possible.
I guess I liked high school okay. I mean, there are definitely moments I choose to forget and times where I just wanted to scream! (And probably did.) But I had some good times, too. I loved being on the yearbook and newspaper staff, I loved seeing a lot of the same people everyday, and I especially loved getting to see all my close girlfriends and hang out with them. I miss you guys! I remember thinking that when we graduated, things would never be the same. And they haven't been. Some of us have gotten married, a few have moved away, some have had children )not just my girls, but everyone I went to school with). But I don't think things changing is a bad thing. Not at all. We just grew up, that's all. Most of the people I graduated with I have known since kindergarten. We are from such a small school and a small town; we all knew everything about one another.
And now it's getting closer to time for me to graduate college. At least, I hope. And that means that a lot of the class of 2003 are getting closer to entering the world and trying to figure out we want to do, as if we haven't been doing that for the past three years anyway. Whenever I see people I went to school with, I alwamys like to see how they've changed, how they've stayed the same. Then it kills me for people to see me and say that I haven't changed a bit. I feel like a completely different person. My first reaction is "What!?!?! I cut my hair!" (Which, coincidentally, is what I seemed to be known for, and it has grown back out, and that's kinda stupid). But also, I feel so much different. I moved out. FINALLY. I am trying to take control of my life. i think differently, I talk differently, I believe in a whole new way of thinking. But I guess a lot of it is inner change. Like I said, I grew up. But sometimes...you do want to return to that immature way of thinking. Not just high school. Way before that. like, elementary school, when we were just kids, and everything was so simple.
Anyway. Just a thought. I miss my friends.
It's so weird to me...here recently I've been getting all these adds and stuff from people that I went to high school with. I mean, it's only been like three years since I graduated, but it feels like forever. I remember thinking that some of these people I might never see again, but with all this new technology, it's entirely possible.
I guess I liked high school okay. I mean, there are definitely moments I choose to forget and times where I just wanted to scream! (And probably did.) But I had some good times, too. I loved being on the yearbook and newspaper staff, I loved seeing a lot of the same people everyday, and I especially loved getting to see all my close girlfriends and hang out with them. I miss you guys! I remember thinking that when we graduated, things would never be the same. And they haven't been. Some of us have gotten married, a few have moved away, some have had children )not just my girls, but everyone I went to school with). But I don't think things changing is a bad thing. Not at all. We just grew up, that's all. Most of the people I graduated with I have known since kindergarten. We are from such a small school and a small town; we all knew everything about one another.
And now it's getting closer to time for me to graduate college. At least, I hope. And that means that a lot of the class of 2003 are getting closer to entering the world and trying to figure out we want to do, as if we haven't been doing that for the past three years anyway. Whenever I see people I went to school with, I alwamys like to see how they've changed, how they've stayed the same. Then it kills me for people to see me and say that I haven't changed a bit. I feel like a completely different person. My first reaction is "What!?!?! I cut my hair!" (Which, coincidentally, is what I seemed to be known for, and it has grown back out, and that's kinda stupid). But also, I feel so much different. I moved out. FINALLY. I am trying to take control of my life. i think differently, I talk differently, I believe in a whole new way of thinking. But I guess a lot of it is inner change. Like I said, I grew up. But sometimes...you do want to return to that immature way of thinking. Not just high school. Way before that. like, elementary school, when we were just kids, and everything was so simple.
Anyway. Just a thought. I miss my friends.
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