Good Evening.
It has been a really long time since I blogged but that is mostly because I lost my computer to a virus for a good 9 months and then I was too busy. Today is the first day of my Christmas break. Not gonna lie it feels good regardless of my grades. But hopefully I will be doing this more often at least for the next little bit. I would like to do it this time just to reflect on my thoughts but there are seriously way too many right now. I don't think I can consolidate them into words just yet. Weird I know. Well anyway today my alarm went off at 8 a.m. I hit snooze alot. Then at some point I apparently turned my alarm off shortly before falling back asleep because at 9 I just kinda found myself still in bed. So I got up. Got ready (ish) and realized my car was still a Mackenzie's where I left it due to the snow. I had to get a ride to my car an then get gas! I didn't make it to school until 10!!! Rough start to the day. So I finally get to school and start my excrutiating test-day-ritual (I won't share the grusome details but it's an intense 6-hour cram session.) However, the knowledge that this would be my last time doing this for a month or so got me through the day. My test may have wen't really well, or I may have failed miserably. We'll see. After school I had a lovely dinner with Mackenzie and Erika then we watched Leo Dicaprio's Inception (mind blowing by the way) and I was pleased to discover that he was still as dreamy as he was back in 99. Oh, but at dinner Mackezie asked if I work tomorrow. I realized I didn't know so I called work and asked. As the phone was ringing I was saying how I really hope I don't work tomorrow. Meredith answered, I asked, she said no, then said if you want to work I am trying to get my shift covered tomorrow. I agreed to work her shift because I'm that bright. I'm so complex that I literally confuse myself. Anyway, tomorrow I hope to get some shopping done before my shift. But Mackenzie's whole family has had a horendous stomach bug that last few days so I REALLY hope I don't get it. Vitamin C out the wahzoo! Good night...

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just got a new password. im afraid ill forget it. lucky for me i have only one follower and quite frankly i dont care if you know it. so thats it in the title. now i wont froget it.

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Well, to no one's surprise I have been left yet another note in my bathroom. It says, "However is using beach towels to dry off with, please stop. Do some laundry. Some of the red and green towels that go in here instead of making more laundry for me to do."

And no, the word "however" is not a typo. Take a closer look.

Yeah....

My response to however wrote this is this: Can you get to the top of a tall building? Jump!

I found two notes today! They were all adressed to me! Imagine that.

How exciting, to get messages left for me in my home!

But sadly enough, I couldn't decipher the meaning of any of them... :(

Observe..

I was so excited to find this peice of paper taped to my bathroom mirror, until I noticed that it was in fact addressed to two people. How unprofessional! I was very impressed, though, by the extremely aesthetically pleasing layout of the letter. Beautiful! I was so pleased to see that the writer actually knew our names, too! It's as if he or she wrote our names over and over with the growing affection in his or her heart... If you cannot see clearly enough, the first line says "Mitch and Haley" (underlined very heavily). It is apparent that the writer of this note wanted both Mitch and Haley (not just one or the other) to read this message. Vital Information for both Mitch and Haley would be contained in the following words. The first paragraph (or is it stanza? could I be so lucky to have a poem taped to my mirror???) reads, "Mitch -take garbage downstairs and up to the curb every wednesday." Notice the inscription at the top right corner. "When needed." This threw me for a loop, because I couldn't decide whether the writer meant for Mitch to only take the garbage downstairs when needed but take it to the curb every Wednesday regardless or to only take it downstairs and to the curb when needed. Whatever.

The second portion was addressed to me! It said "Haley-Unload dishes when clean and reload dishwasher." Easy enough. I'll get to it as soon as I'm threw reading my message!!!

The third stanza said, "Mitch and Haley- Every week - Decide who will clean your bathroom (clean tub, toilet, sink, mirror, sweep out floor, and mop)." OH MY! I don't think we've decided on a bathroom cleaner this week, but I know just the person for the job. Of coarse, my stepmother would be delighted to do that for us! I'll ask her as soon as she gets home. Or perhaps I'll right it down on a peice of paper and put it on her wine bottle. I know she'll find it there. Anyway, the third stanza was addressed to Mitch and Haley. It said "Wash your towels on HOT water once a week. (One of you should do both of your towels each week and the other should do them the next week.)" Ok now I'm very confused. Is the writer mad at me? Why did he or she shout the word "hot?" And how should one person do the towels the next week if the other does them "each week?" And for that matter, why would one person do both peoples' towels? What I should decide to only wash the towels that I use? What if I decide to only wash my own towels, and then decide to never use a towel again, just drip dry after my shower? Perhaps it would wreck havoc in the writer's life. Later I found yet another letter right above the dishwasher!

It says, "The dishes in the DW are clean. Someone please unload and reload. MITCH take the trash down." Huh? I was quite sure that the writer of the last note asked me personally to do the dishes, but the writer of this note seems to feel that anyone can do them. And why did this writer shout the word "Mitch?" Perhaps they, too, are mad. Well, I suppose the only way to make both people happy is do the dishes. Dish nazis.

Ruby Tuesday = Sea Horse Sea Hell.

The more I do this, the more it feels like keeping a diary. Whatever. So today I worked from 1 to 9. I didn't get a break. What I did get however was a good bitching everytime I sat a table no matter whose section it was. My advice to anyone who is bored enough to read this shit: If you want a life changing experience, work in a restaurant. You'll never be the same, that's a promise. My advice to anyone who hates their job: Come work a Ruby Tuesday. You'll fit right in.

So. I am about to undergo week three of the semester. Things I've learned:
1. My history professor wasn't exaggerating. He really is a dick.
2. Reading is actually important when you get to college.
3. Greek liquor is bad.
4. Aztecs ate people.
5. Vampires don't really exist.
6. And books are expensive.

Whose chair is that? Who put that goddamn chair here that's not my chair. Not my chair not my problem thats what I say.

bIRthdAy trEAts

EAT CAKE (at LuLu's Tea Room) AND BE MERRY!

Rained Today, Drained Today.

Woke up 7:50. Hit snooze TEN TIMES. Hurriedly got ready for school. Skipped showering for the second day in a row. Left for school hungry. Went to Auditorium A111. Listened to Professor Cobb quote from my essay about what not to do. Sat through discussion. Made exactly one comment that almost made sense. Left Auditorium A111. Went to the book store. Purchased the Norton Anthology Vol. C, D, and E and Wiley Human Anatomy and Physiology Lab Book. Deflated Bank account by $420.00. Went home. Ate (finally). Did Anatomy homework. Sent out a picture message of an African American's ass (picture in my lab book). Went to lunch with Hope. Went to food city. Purchased fuzzy hand-cuffs. Went to Hope's house. Waited anxiously for 6:00 Anatomy lab. Left at 5:30. Arrived at school. Called Matt. Went to class. Took notes. Cut up rodents. Looked at the guts. Looked as Lia turned little rat-balls inside out. Touched cadaver. Sterilized!!! Took a shower on my way to my car. Drove home drenched. Got home. Parked extremely close to the grass. Went inside. Petted Rocco. Went upstairs. Changed. Ate Mac and Cheese. Carefully avoiding thoughts about Anatomy Lab. Ate Dove chocolate. "Think of everyday as Sunday." - Dove PROMISES. Remembered I'm sleeping in tomorrow. Cried tears of joy. Decided to blog about it.

Typical Today.

Woke up 7:30. Hit snooze four times. Got up at 7:50. Ate breakfast. Hurriedly applied make up, dressed, started car, brushed teeth, pulled hair back, packed back pack. Paced house for approximately 15 minutes until it was late enough for me to leave. This came dangerously close to ruining my entire day. Oh well. Got into warm car. Drove to school. Arrived 30 minutes early. Sat down in auditorium A111 and studied for 20 minutes. Took quiz 1. Bombed quiz 1. Pondered my inability to care. Sat through lecture. Made a comment about how pregnant women can't hunt. Left auditorium A111. Talked to Hope and Kalie. Left school. Went to Ruby Tuesday. Got paid. Went to the bank. Deposited every penny. Went home. Cleaned out car. Cleaned room. Basked in the cleanliness. Ate Dove chocolates. "Success is the sum of many small efforts." -Dove Promises. Made that quote my facebook status. Facebook chatted Matt... Bloggggg. Now perhaps I'll catch up on some Jane Eyre which is quickly becoming my favorite novel. Thanks Mom!!!

I'm five years old it's getting cold I've got my big coat on.
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you I run and run
Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides look now the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home.

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall.
I know you're not scared of anything at all.
Don't if Snow White's house is near or far away.
But I know I had the best day with you today.

I'm thirteen now and I don't know how my friends could be so mean.
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we find a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop til I forget all their names.

I don't know who I'm going to talk now at school
But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you.
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay.
But I know I had the best day with you today.

I have an excellent father.
His strength is making me stronger.
God smiles on my little brother
Inside and out he's better than I am.

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run
And I had the best days with you.

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall.
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
Staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew
So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today.

Taylor Swift

Little Things

Ok I acknowledge the recent silence on my new blog! I know all my followers are curious as to what I have been up to. Well, my mom is anyway. First thing's first, my birthday was on the twelvth. All in all, I'll say it was so-so. I have had better birthdays, but then again I've had worse. Most importantly though, I'd love thank Lane Kiffin for giving me the best birthday gift possible, but that's neither here nor there. The next big event would be my first day back at school. Thursday the 14, I went for my first class of the semester at 9:30 am during which my professor ranted about a few of his least favorite things and openly pointed out that half of the class was going to drop because they'll think he's a dick after the first day. Well, at least he has a since of humor. I was a little excited though, because it's my first auditorium class. It was so collegey. After History at 9:30 I had a seven hour break... great. So my next class was my Anatomy Lab. My teacher seems nice enough, but we already have homework and we did our first lab on the first day. She don't play. So after school I saw Avatar. And, of coarse, it was everything I expected it to be. Possibly the best science fiction movie of all time. Definitely the best I have seen. Then today I layed around all day, and worked from 4 to 9. And I thought I would never get out of that place. But now here I am in my room with a warm laptop and a glass of pinot grigio with the soothing sounds of Taylor Swift... mmmm. It's all about the little things.