Work and school (two forms of the same thing) are what keep me together. It's funny because lately I have embodied the exact opposite perspective than most people: I live for the weeks, dread the weekends. The weekends are filled with too much empty space, empty time for me to think about my mother and her condition. They are filled with empty people, saying empty things, committing empty actions.

There is not one day that goes by that I don't think about my mother's eventual death. It's awful, but my little, fictional-craved mind creates a whole mess of scenarios of how it happens, where it happens, how others react, how I react, how others react to my reaction. Sometimes I imagine specific condolences and go as far as to use my mother's death to complete my innermost wishes. One of these, for example, is that my boyfriend will come home from Pittsburgh, finally realizing that life is not really about frat parties and chemistry classes and Facebook friends. I want to rip him out of his Pleasantville life and make him face my wretched little life. I want him to come into my world and realize "oh, this is what life is really like," and understand why I have been acting like this all along.

He will be overcome with a great compassion for me, he will try harder, he will care.

It was good to be reunited with Lindsey over the weekend. Sometimes college has this strange effect on us in that it makes us forget all of the hardships and happiness we have shared with a person in the past. Somehow, we manage to push the people that are most dear to us to the back of our minds, allow ourselves to grow apart, replace those that have been there from the beginning with others who will never know so much about us and never care as much either.


Yet when we see our departed college friends in the flesh, it brings back not only a plethora of old memories and sentiments, but also encourages us to make new ones. A conversation with Lindsey Holby isn't just about one of our failed girl bands or Girl Scouts or the Borough Pool; it's about what is going on now, how we can help each other even in situations where we know not the entire backstory.


And it always amazes me how we can always pick up where we left off. How it doesn't take long before we have eliminated all small talk and got to the heart of the matter. How we don't need to keep up fake appearances with one another.


On Friday night, we sat on my couch, just the two of us. Two college girls who have gone seperate ways but who really weren't becoming that different from each other at all. Two girls realizing that college education is standard, that the experiences college students have are more or less universal. Two girls realizing that it doesn't matter where you go or what you do, nothing can change the past that shaped you, nothing can ultimately change your core values. You intuit values. They are not something you learn; they are something that just is.

Lately, I've been especially bitter and cynical, and I'm not quite sure why.
Sometimes you get to the point in life where everybody just seems so...fake. I mean, you try to remind yourself that everybody has a deeper side-- even if they do not show it all that often-- but it's sometimes so hard to overcome the image that people put on.

I think I completely broke down wednesday night, when Stazz and I were at the Lifehouse concert at IUP. At first, I didn't think it was all that abnormal when a few girls walked into the concert wearing short jean skirts, spaghetti strap tank tops, and sporting their tanning bed tans and their dyed blonde hair, but then I started to notice that about 1 in every 2 girls was dressed this way. It was absolutely ridiculous.

Not that most of them didn't look "cute," but come on, honestly, are we turning into a Stepford Wife society? Especially around this time of year, it is rare to find a girl whose skin is not three shades darker or whose hair is not three shades lighter. It becomes increasingly harder to tell people apart. Is this what we really want, as a nation? For everybody to look the same? Whatever happened to individuality and celebrating diversity in looks?

Now, I know that these people have "separate personalities" (or supposedly do, anyway) but what stands out about any one of them that would make you want to talk to them over another? Bigger boobs? Smaller hips? Cuter smile?

And, I'm sorry, but I find it hard to believe that girls that conform this easily to "image" and "beauty" really try to find any depth to themselves on a normal basis. The extent of most of their desicions is "which shirt makes my cleavage look better?" Believe me, I know. I have a sister who has fallen to these social norms.

It's almost like feminism as a movement has taken a step BACKWARDS with our generation. Most girls just want to fit in. Most girls main goal in life is to look pretty and say as little as possible. I mean, come on, can you really picture a Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson figure starting some sort of revolution? Because I really don't see that happening. Yet, we strive to be and look like these people who, in reality, are of little value to the progression of our society. Is Paris Hilton going to write the novel of our generation? Is Jessica Simpson going to cure cancer? I don't think so. At least, I hope not, or else America is bound to become a third world country.

I guess my point is, America truly is a prole nation, set completely in place for the "Stepford" invasion to take over. It's really sad, but you can't get people to care anymore. I mean, you tell them that tanning beds cause cancer, and yet they tan every day. Must look good for prom, even though the date I am standing next to is as white as a ghost. Must wear a shirt that barely covers my chest, just so I can feel better about myself when a random jerk compliments me.

I just...hate it. I find myself completely shutting myself off from anybody that conforms in any way, even though I know that it's wrong and that I, too, have fallen to conformity before.

I don't know. That's all. Feel free to comment, please, it may help my mental stability.

First of all, I'd like to wish my dearest Ashalia a very Happy 18th Birthday!  ;)

 

Today I spent the night listening to a stories about bat infestations and Thunder in the Valley.

But it's not what you think.  These stories were not topics of discussion between my family or friends, but rather part of a literary reading night at BottleWorks Ethnic Center.  The talents Nancy McCabe and Alessandra Lynch, writing professors at Pitt campuses in the state, were showcased tonight.  McCabe shared a creative nonfiction piece about the bat infestation in her home (which was quite funny, I must say), while Lynch shared with us some prolific poetry from a book she published three years ago.

Both readings were quite enjoyable, so afterward Bill and I purchased some of these author's literature.  (Okay, so it was actually just Bill, but I like to think that if I would have brought more money I would have participated in purchasing, too. Besides, the notes inside the books are written to me, anyway!) 

Most importantly, I got a chance to meet two of the professors that I will have next year--Lynch and Schwerer.  (who, by the way, are dating each other and are SO CUTE together.)  Schwerer seems a little out there, but I think I will like him a lot.  He kind of reminds me of a mix between Ms. Pauley/ Mr. Alex/ Prof. Snape, if anyone can picture that.  Lynch is really personable.  I will be sitting in on one of her classes next month.  Anyone who writes "May the Muse be with you" inside a copy of her collection of poetry writings is okay with me.

Bill also got me a copy of Backroads, the student literary magazine at UPJ.

I AM SO EXCITED FOR COLLEGE.

In other news, I actually finished editing my novel and submitted it for publication. (along with Marc)  It should be in about a month from now and I can't wait to have that finished copy in my hands!!

Life is looking so good right now.  A relaxing, amazing night with Bill was just what I needed after a long week.  <3

 

 

 

Today is December 2, and you know what that means:

NANOWRIMO is officially over and...

I HAVE COME OUT VICTORIOUS!!!
At a staggering 50,200 words, I updated my account and was bombarded from the Nanowrimo official website with a certificate, icons, and congratulatory words.

Plus, Hos is getting us a cake on Monday.
Now, this by no means that my novel is done, actually, I probably have another 10,000 words to go. This means that I am entering into NanoFiMo, or National Novel Finishing Month. Hooray!

I am kind of sad now that all of the excitment is over, though. I think I have more sentiment for the end of this month than I will at graduation.

This is what I want to do with my life. Feels good to have a step in the right direction.

December is here, which means the beginning of National Christmas Earring Month. Woot.
My birthday is in just six days, so you all better be thinking about my presents ;)

Play tryouts Monday. Who all is trying out? This year we are doing two one-act plays. Should be interesting.

Somebody actually interviewed me for Writing for College paper. :) I've always wanted to be interviewed. It's a mark of distinction. (Thanks to Kayla, my sweet.)

Hours and hours at the mall with Holbster manana.

These movies I must see soon. Who also wants to see them?
Chicken Little
Rent
Yours, Mine, and Ours
Chronicles of Narnia (MOSLEY BRING ME THE BOOK ASAP)
the Weatherman

I love December.

Everything is going smoother than expected:

Staying awake for wisdom teeth surgery was easy and interesting. I think, if I actually liked science, I would want to be a dentist.

Nikkie was only home for three days! And she actually bought me a birthday present this year!! woot! (Queen Greatest Hits = Awesome.)

Finished out Golden Girls Marathon, watched Eternal Sunshine again, and also watched the most ridiculous movie ever made.

Only a little over 3,000 more words left in the novel to write :)
Actually, I think there could be a sequel to it, by the way it is going.

I can't wait to eat REAL food again.
Less than a month until Christmas, my favorite holiday.

I miss all friends :(

On a good note: The novel is coming along pretty nicely. (if you care).... when I get home from school I feel the dire need to write it. I don't know why. I think I feel like it is a good escape from my routine, boring life from which I have no escape. While writing, I've always felt that I could get away from things, outrun them, even if it's only for a minute. And that's why I know that I need to be a writer, and always have known.

Dodgeball = fun on Friday. We powned team Chivos Asados and I actually got a few people out! heh.

"Wish I had what I needed
to be on my own
cause I feel so defeated
and I'm feeling alone"

I really hate weekends. They always make me feel inadequate now and days.
It's like, there is so much time to fill, and nothing to fill it up. So I just sleep in my house for the majority of the weekend, waking up only to wonder where all that free time has gone.

What is time but just a figment of our imaginations, though? Who really says that a weekend is longer than a regular day? Some minutes can feel like hours, and some can feel like seconds.

We can't see time, really, but we believe in it. I think that sufficiently kills most atheists justification for not believing in God. We believe in time, so why not God too? Who says that time is more real than God?

This is a babble entry and it doesn't make sense.
But that's how my thoughts are these days: disjointed.

"She says that love
is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere between
I never really know a killer from a saviour."

Someone put my missing pieces back together and make me whole again.

Disclaimer: During the month of November, I am subject to terrible mood swings that may resemble PMS in symptoms, but I assure you, it will not be. Bitchiness, offensive comments, and a general lack of enthusiasm for any aspect of life may spew from my personality in the next month, but I assure you: any hostility that may arise in the next 30 days should not be taken personally. I am writing a novel; sixteen hundred words per day (and on my own free will, too). What are you doing, huh? __________________________________________________

In all seriousness, I shouldn't be that bad and through the times of hardship, I am sure the crazy ideas that result from this adventure will be entertaining overall. Verbal encouragement, hugs, and chocolate will be appreciated and welcomed. Mostly, I am excited.

Recently, I have been quite obsessed with making fun of Scientology. I just really don't understand how people can even "buy" into it. I really don't. An evil overlord named Xenu programming all of our brains by making us sit in front of a giant telescreen (keep in mind, this is thousands of years ago) killing us, and then escaping to a cave where he lives on an eternal battery. And the guy who made it up used to write science fiction and wanted a quick tax break. You actually have to BUY credits to reach the highest level of holiness. Hmm... sounds like a grand pyramid scheme to me. Good one, Tom Cruise.

Anyone wishing to share my loathe, feel free to comment.

I hate more things about people as time progresses onward. Sad, really. Necessary, however, in order to fulfill my destiny in life: to become a bitter, satircal writer.

And now, to be a complete contradiction (I like to shake things up), here are some of the totally awesome, crazy commandments of Cake that I wrote for my definition paper (I know you all were waiting in anticipation):

I. Thou shall have no other dessert before me.

II. Thou shall not make for thyself an idol in the form of anything in microwave above or in the oven below. Thou shall not devour these fake idols or worship them; for I, Cake, am a jealous dessert, punishing the children for the sin of their fathers by giving them stomachaches, but giving a satisfactory feeling to a thousand generations of those who crave me and keep my commandments.

III. Thou shall not misuse the name of Cake, for cake batter will not rise in the center for those who misuse the Almighty name of Cake.

IV. Remember the Bake Sale Day by keeping it holy. Six days thou shall eat broccoli and spinach, but the seventh day is a Bake Sale for delicious desserts. On it thou shall not eat any vegetables, neither thee, thy son or daughter, nor thy manservant or maidservant, nor thy animals nor the alien within thy gates. For in six days Betty Crocker made the first ready-made cake batter, and sold it on the seventh day. Therefore cake lovers hath made the seventh day holy.

V. Thou shall eat thy vegetables at supper, so that thou may have two servings of cake as a dessert that thy mother hath made thee.

VI. Thou shall not butcher cake batter with substances such as nuts.

VII. Thou shall not commit adultery: brownies and strudels are not thine to experiment with.

VIII. Thou shall not steal another’s cake: Wal*Mart is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for all thou cake cravings.

IX. Thou shall not give undesirable cakes, such as fruit cakes, to thy new neighbors as welcoming gifts.

X. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s birthday cake. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s wedding cake, or his spatula, or his icing or candles, or any ingredient/component of cake that belongs to thy neighbor.

Today was an amazing outing with Holbinita.

Not only did we get to listen to cool 80's and 90's rock songs, but, after much hype, we finally visited the BOOK RACK today. We were not disappointed.

I got SIX classic novels for $7.25 + tax. Yes, I know you are all jealous, even if you won't admit it:

Wuthering Heights $1.00
Black Like Me $0.75
Pygmalian $0.50
A Handmaid's Tale $3.00
Catch-22 $1.00
The Inferno $0.50

Besides that, we had a fun time shopping together and eating Auntie Anne's pretzels.

I love my Holby.
What a GOOD day.

I guess this entry was just a chance to brag about my sweet book deals. haha.

"Look at it out here, it's all falling apart. I'm erasing you and I'm happy!
By morning, you'll be gone."

Discussion #1: If you haven't already seen Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, what are you waiting for?!? (I know I've been talking about it all week, Tara). It is the most crazy yet beautiful movie I think I've ever seen. Very well done, makes you think about life. Holbacca and I were on the edge of our seats.

I have a newfound respect for Kirsten Dunst.

And Jim Carrey. Who knew?

"When I was a kid, I thought I was (ugly). Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: [kisses Clementine] You're pretty."

Discussion #2: Senior night= actually a good time. My four years of moaning, sitting the bench, and complaining finally paid off. 5-1 victory over Forest Hills, got to start and do the "clappy thing" and had totally awesome Mallory, Collins, and Liz give me my T-Shirt and gift. (My love goes out to you too, Tara.)

Discussion #3: I keep having these dreams, that, when I wake up, I can't decipher if they were real or not. I used to have these dreams sparatically, but now I have TWO or THREE every night. Weird. I think I want to write a book about that, sometime.

Discussion #4: I am writing a paper about cake in a class called "Writing for College." Isn't it ridiculous that cake is a valid subject matter? ;)

Discussion #5: Who can I go see Rocky Horror with? Everyone is going but me :( I want to see it, culture myself a little.

Discussion #6: Should I be Princess Leia for Halloween or does someone have a better idea?

Maybe what I am trying to say is that the past week has been pretty good. Trip to the Book Nook this weekend with me and Linz, if anyone wishes to attend.

I'll leave you with this, since I am currently obsessed:
Joel: I don't see anything I don't like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that's what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: Okay.


Romantic in such a rare, honest way.

Okay, Tara dear, this one is for you.
I told you I would write a positive entry, so here goes.
(Note: Do not be mistaken. For a real view of my emotions, check below.)

One sunny October day, two friends, "Cool" and "Uncool" (I am the "Cool" one, obviously) decided that it was due time that they hang out. "Uncool" being concerned for "Cool's" well-being decided that "Cool" should get out of her house and go mini golfing at good 'ol Pit Stop 271. (Her secret intentions, however, were to beat "Cool" at mini golf so that she could proclaim to the world that she was better than "Cool" at something.)

After the "long" drive to Vinco with the ever-optimistic music of Matchbook Romance playing in the background (which, by the way, I still have your CD), "Cool" and "Uncool" got out of "Cool's" HOTT Silver Pontiac Grand-Am (That is engaged to Kayla Grasser), only to notice that a grasshopper had set up its home on the hood of the car. Unsure of how long the little grasshopper had been there, "Cool" and "Uncool" decided to check back at the end of their adventure to see if the grasshopper would remain there.

Since "Cool" was so used to going on dates with her ex-boyfriend and "Uncool" had a Buy-One-Get-One-Free Coupon, "Cool" decided to pay for her round of mini-golf and make "Uncool's" mini golf game free. "Uncool" responded to this kind gesture with a "We aren't on a date, you know" and tried to hand "Cool" some money. But "Cool" would not accept it for two reasons. The first one being that she was too cool to accept it, obviously, and the second being that it made her a little sad that her days of dating had come to an end. But I digress.

So anyway, "Cool" and "Uncool" play their rounds of mini-golf, "Uncool" stopping only to make fun of "Cool's" golfing techniques. When all was said and done, however, "Cool" beat "Uncool" by a whopping 6 points, which was rather ironic. Nevermind that "Uncool" had been playing with one hand. ;)


After victory had been secured by "Cool", the two decided that it was only right to celebrate with some ice cream. "Cool" and "Uncool" friend, Sami, gave them larges for the price of smalls. While awaiting the ice cream, "Uncool" played a Deer Hunting Video Game, thus proving that she was the guy on the little date ;)

"Cool", "Uncool" and Sami sat around for the next hour and a half, chatting away about life. Apparently "Uncool" had always been uncool. (just kidding, dear.) For instance, did you know that they let people be the "Runner up Spellers" in Elementary School Spelling Bees? (That is, in case one of the real spellers couldn't be there, the runner up speller would take the person's place.) "Uncool" told of how she would spend her weekends memorizing the spellings of various words like "children", just in case she was provided with the opportunity of being in the REAL spelling bee.

Sami was also surpised that "Cool" had been broken up with. (Obviously this was stunning because "Cool" was just so cool. Who could be cooler?) She gave the two free chicken before they headed out.

Upon returning to the car, "Uncool" noticed the grasshopper had no longer taken up residence on the car's hood. How Uncool.

Next, "Cool" and "Uncool" decided to have a little fun and stalk Ms. Ashley Strazisar at All the Right Movies. They stealthily slipped in unnoticed, snuck over to the back room which contained both adult films and westerns (how weird, by the way) and waited for the rest of the customers to leave. When they did, "Uncool" did a James Bond roll out of the back room (and almost hurt herself, by the way) while "Cool" made various sounds to alert pobrecita Ashalia. Finally, the two revealed themselves to the unsuspecting Ashley and headed for Ebensburg.

After trying to play the same joke on Liz, "Uncool" announced that she was cool and needed to go hang out with her boyfriend. "Cool" drove home in sadness.

Much, MUCH thanks goes out to Ms. Grasser for the icon. Isn't it beautiful?? (If you think so, tell her. Give credit where credit is due.)

That's right! For all you Golden Girl lovers out there (I realize you may be few and far-between) according to Lifetime.com's highly respectable personality survey, I am most like Sophia of the glorious Golden Girls.  My participation in this quiz was inspired by the Golden Girls on DVD *Season One* and by my extreme sense of boredom this Saturday night.

Haha, I encourage you to take the quiz on Lifetime.com if you are a fan of the show and let me know what you got. (This means you Grasser and Holbacca!)

As for the week, things are finally looking up.

I love you , Bill.

I bet you forgot to celebrate one of the biggest holidays of the year yesterday!

Maybe you are checking your calenders, scratching your head, thinking "Okay.. Ash Wednesday is over, President's Day is Monday, and Easter isn't for another month. What are you talking about?"

Well, this isn't a holiday you find on your calender. It's more of a "National Potato Day!" or a "National Tug of War Day!', EXCEPT its a million times better...

...that's right: Let it be heard that February 19,2005 was the first annual DVD-A-THON day.

What is a DVD-A-THON, you may ask.
Well, it's when Bill and I go shopping for cheap DVDs at places other than corporate tyrant Wal*Mart, such as 4 movies for $40 deals at FYE, movies for $9.99 at SunCoast, and last but certainly not least, DVD haven Circuit City.

The results = 11 DVDs, 3 Television Seasons, and 1 GameCube Game. (so it's not a DVD, I know, but who cares?)

Among my favorite purchases of the night were Office Space and Grumpy Old Men. The rest are sort of a mystery; being that they will be a new experience for me.

DVD-A-THON kicked off a day early this year with the purchase of "Envy" starring Ben Stiller and Jack Black.

In addition, through a series of dumb luck, strife, and cheating, I also claimed a win in air hockey, the 1st place car racing trophy,and the 2nd place title in Mario Party 6.

A GREAT night and a holiday I will look forward to celebrating in the future.

This week = WOW.

I was going to elaborate on this by including all the little details, from Valentine's Day to Simpsons episodes... but when I tried, I realized that words could never do the job. EVER. I just thought you should know.

Maybe some pictures will aid me in my explanation later.
But probably not.
Because this week happened to me, not you, so how could you ever know how I feel?

BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!

Hello all... so... I am in the happiest mood of my life right now.

I had an ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CHRISTMAS... for all of you who think Christmas is overrated, I feel bad for you.

Last night, I ventured to Grandma's House #1... played poker... got second place.
I went to Christmas Eve service with the family and Bill(!). The awesome candlelight service which is my favorite of the year!!
Then my family opened presents after midnight. I received a lot of cute sweaters :)

TODAY... THE BEST DAY OF THE YEAR:
went to Grandma's House #2. (Notice the lack of enthusiasm on that one.)
AND THEN...it was finally time to go to Bill's house to celebrate Christmas.
I watched A Christmas Story for the first time and I highly enjoyed it, made Hershey's hot coccoa, took pictures, opened presents! (which included, among tons of other amazing things: a beautiful necklace and a rare Little Mermaid DVD)and tried to play Simpsons Monopoly but ran out of time.
Ah, best Christmas EVER will bill. I really hoped he liked his presents. It's so nice to spend Christmas with someone you love <3. *content sigh*

I am just so happy.
I want to tell every person every detail.
Last year I spent Christmas alone, and this year was the best Christmas of my life :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
I hope your Christmas was as good as mine... for if it was, you are truly blessed.

This weekend has definitely been amazing thus far:

I went to the Forensics meet on Friday in the Informative category and placed third; but most importantly... I got to talk to Becky. That was definitely the highlight of the night. If any of you get a chance to talk to her, congratulate her on getting first place in Poetry... she deserves it :)

Yesterday, I tied the ends together on the Christmas shopping. Bill and I conquered the zoo-like madness of the malls, and, after a 5 hour trip, were still able to return home with some sanity. It was just a really sweet, absolutely perfect night together :*

Today I've been wrapping presents for just about everyone in my family. I should start charging money...

That's all.
Just a simple update for a simple yet wonderful weekend.

So how about Ebensburg is getting "owned" right now by Hurricane Ivan. I'm kind of enjoying it and I don't know why. I think it's because I always root for the "the underdog getting revenge", and Ivan is just picking up where the Hurricane Isabel left off last year. For those of you who don't remember, it was a big disappointment.

It's been a long week, but long weeks can only result in AMAZING friday nights, which is what I had tonight with Bill. Just being around him makes me relax and enjoy myself soooo much, and that is exactly what i needed tonight. Somehow he always knows what I need :)
I mean, come on, who else goes for ice cream in the middle of a tornado watch and like in 50 degree weather?

For those of you who were around me this week, sorry for being in attack mode. Our JV team is seriously falling apart in soccer. If you want to know more, see Val's journal entry. I'll get mad again if I talk about it.

And my lunch table is great this year: Tara, Hof, Val, Strazz, Kayla, me, and Sara. I just wanted to get that off my chest. I love you all.

Speaking of great friends:
Kako887: way to go to bed
beyer90: i got scared.
beyer90: its loud outside.
Kako887: i will protect you !!
beyer90: liar!
Kako887: BRING IT ON IVAN
Kako887: i won't let him rape you
Kako887: with his high speed winds
beyer90: lol
beyer90: he really will
beyer90: what if that was possible
beyer90: what if somone was raped by a hurricane?
beyer90: what kind of disease could u get out of that
Kako887: haids?
Kako887: hurricane aids?

So, I kind of achieved my long term goal of learning to ice skate last weekend. Aside from hugging the wall the first 20 minutes, I actually managed to be brave enough to experience the center part of the ice. Bill is an amazing skater, and an amazing teacher as well. He sacrificed practicing for his game to teach me how to skate ;)
I love you so much. You are incredible.

That seems like an appropriate end... love :)
Goodnight everyone

I am back! (I'm not sure for how long though. I really missed journaling though)

Last night, I went to the drive-ins with Bill and I saw what is probably the best movie of the year: The Manchurian Candidate. It's a remake of the 1960's film starring Frank Sinatra about a troop of army soldiers who are brainwashed during their time in the service and made to believe one of their members is a war hero. The plot is very complex, but we both gave it 4 4/5 stars. Go see it right now!

Since the last time I updated, Bill and I celebrated 7 months... absolutely perfect night together ;) I love you!

Oh man, mini golfing with StephBeyer was absolutely hilarious tonight. See, Steph hits the ball a little hard sometimes and it just happens to go off the course. In this event, Steph yells "PRACTICE SHOT!" and sets the ball back up on the course like nothing happened. She also has a habit of dancing on the course and "accidentally" kicking her golf ball closer to the hole. Haha. I had a blast tonight steph.

Okay, so everyone else is doing it and I thought it was a pretty clever idea myself. (Whoever thought this one up, good job!)
Here are my scheduled classes for the year:
College Computers (606_01)
College Prep. Math (308_04)
Economics (204_02)
Expository Writing (109_01)
Humanities and Comp (106_03)
Physics (411_03)
Sem. Phys Ed G(015_15)
Sem. Phys Ed G (015_16)
Spanish III(707_01)

Let me know if I'll be seeing you around this year.

Top Ten Things That Happened this Week: (in no particular order)

1. Two words: Driver's Liscence :)
2. Girls Night In with Christina, Mel, and Liz.  (Congrats on obtaining your liscence as well Tina.)
3. A "day" on the "town" with Grasser and Beyer.  (I contributed to the famous Wish List of Ms. Grasser!)
4. Kayla got engaged to my Silver Pontiac Grand Am.  (I better be a bridesmaid since I hooked you two up!)
5. Five AMAZING dates with Bill ;-*
6. Ran 4.2 Miles
7. Talked to an old friend who moved away in middle school
8. Watched my parents celebrate their 25th anniversary.
9. Discovered "The Rock"
10. Bought the Ashlee Simpson CD and have been "rocking out" to it ever since. (I put this one last in hopes no one would notice... but, okay, I like her! Deal with it!)