:: Not Shallow, Selectively Deep ::

Because if you look good and dress well, you don't need a purpose in life.

:: Saturday, August 2 ::

Memories (whoa whoa whoa) Memories

My mother is beginning to get sad that her baby girls are getting to be all growed up. One baby is receiving her Masters next week, and the other (ie, me) is going to be a junior in college. All this and a nasty dose of pre-menopausal hormones and you've got yourself one sappy (and sometimes snappy) mommy.

Among the baby books and memory boxes, Mom found the video tape of my senior year After Prom, which documents me and several classmates getting thoroughly hypnotized. I had hoped to forget this tape, because I seem to be pretty good at going under, and they had me convinced I was everything from a five year-old in a scary movie to a Tupalo, Mississippi resident arguing over just who that double wide trailer belonged to. And every time they said "chair" I thought somebody was pinching my ass.

But the worst is at the end of the show they handed me a little gold trophy, and until 3 am, everyone who said trophy to me got to hear how "I was a star in the Kent Sorrells Show!"

Mom loves this tape.

I have a feeling that it will be shown at every major family event from now until my funeral, and it will probably get played there, too. I take comfort in the fact that, though I may have sounded like an idiot, my updo hadn't fallen apart yet and I looked really cute in that zebra print tank top. I just like to be able to document that I am just like any other normal girl, and I didn't get fat until I went away to college.

But if I have to hear my Grandmary yell "chair" at me one more time, I swear to God I'll do more than just pinch her ass.

:: methinks at 2:45 AM [+]

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:: Thursday, July 31 ::

I got a tattoo!

:: methinks at 12:41 AM [+]

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:: Tuesday, May 13 ::

I'm done with finals, bitches!

All I've got to worry about for the next three months is getting up for work, as soon as I find a job, that is. Honestly, I'm more concerned with having to leave my roommate Lyndsi's straightener. That thing will straighten ANYTHING. I'm going to miss it.

I am so beyond ready for summer.

:: methinks at 4:34 PM [+]

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:: Wednesday, May 7 ::

One down, three to go

Just finished my Baroqure Art History final exam. And I bitchslapped that mo fo, if I do say so myself. I am the master of art history. This gives me great confidence for my other three finals, which will most likely bitchslap me.

Panic is a great study tool. When your entire grade rests on one little multiple-choice/essay test, your view of reality gets to be a little skewed. I am always so manic this time of year. I consume too much caffeine, I don't sleep enough, and I read too many uninteresting books. It's an interesting time as well, when everybody goes to study instead of bar-hop, and what kind of highlighter you're using can incite an hour long conversation, and you're trying to get your face-time in at the library. It's finally time for finals. It's time to hunker down and cram all the crap you've been avoiding all semester, or at least since the midterm (when you crammed all the useless shit into your head from the first half of the semester). You can almost smell the fear.

Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.

:: methinks at 10:10 AM [+]

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:: Tuesday, May 6 ::

Happy Birthday

It's been over a year since I started writing on this site. Yeah for me.

The year is winding down, which means my level of studying is winding up. If I did half as much work throughout the semester as I do in the last two weeks then I would be so much better off. But I've got one more day of class and a weekend full of cramming ahead and I am glad to be almost done. I am going home for the summer and looking forward to that as well. No more communal living for awhile.

It blows my mind that I am going to be a junior in college in just a few short weeks. I know it's young, but I feel so old. Either way, I can't think about that too much yet, because my geography and speech finals are already starting to kick my ass.

How I love the end of the semester. It's one big dicking in the ass, as for as I'm concerned. Between finals and book buy-back, I just feel a little abused by the time all is said and done. Thank god this is almost over.

:: methinks at 2:05 PM [+]

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:: Wednesday, April 30 ::

Worn Out

I've reached the point of being tired that no amount of sleep will fix.

:: methinks at 10:07 AM [+]

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:: Wednesday, April 23 ::


Forgive me if I don't write for awhile. Not sure if I can be lighthearted and shallow at this point. Hope to be back soon.

:: methinks at 2:04 PM [+]

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