Hey Y'all. Oh Nevermind. Just keep walkin'. I knew you would. Why won't you listen??!!?

I know, people who put lyrics up really should not expect anyone to read them. If it's not original to me, so I understand if you scroll right down, but I love these words. They describe how I feel. Except for that whole broken heart part.

I'm Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.

I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility

And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

Mmmmm ....

I Might Have To Wait
I'll Never Give Up
I Guess It's Half Timing
And The Other Half's Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It's Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Possibility

Mmmmm ......

And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

They Say All's Fair
And In Love And War
But I Won't Need To Fight It
We'll Get It Right
And We'll Be United

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility

Mmmm .....

And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out
And I'll Work To Work It Out
Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get
Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get

Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get
Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet

I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Oh Promise You Kid
To Give So Much More Than I Get

I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

There is a pot of coffee with 6 hot cups of coffee in it. No one else is partaking, so I feel the need to drink all. Cup 2 = half way down.

I hear Christmas candy being made. It sounds yummy.

I was told that I was weekend sister, apparently I am driving some people to crazy town, sad.

I have some blue hair, and this makes my mother sad all day. In fact, she is afraid I may never get married. Sometimes I have that fear. I try and push it away. I would be a good cat lady, I won't lie. I would be very true the stereotype. However, I feel such foolish fears are too plentiful in other people already, so why should I bother over them. That's right, I shouldn't.

Sometimes I skip words when I type. I think that my brain moves faster than my hands, and I get excited and just skip words. I remind myself of a hamster. bleh.

I really never want to go back to college. So why am I attempting for this whole "teacher" thing. Well, on all of the papers I have written, I have said that I love literature and writing, so I would love to teach it. But would I? I think that parts of it, yes I would. But grammar? No. As anyone who frequently reads this blog may know, I am not a fan of proper punctuation. It is just a hassle. I like punctuation, just not proper punctuation ALL of the time, understand? So I may fail as a high school teacher, but we will see.

When Needles Stick Beetles, Your Collection May Grow.

In 18 short hours I will be done with the semester of fall, 2009. It was one of the quickest, most fun, scary, lively, boring, sad, happy semesters I have known...in college anyway.

In 48 hours I will be somewhere different. I will be with friends who are ridiculous.

I may even get to go to some place that looks like that picture.

May haps without the trees, but there will be water and sand! Of that I can promise you!!

I am so happy. Or I will be.

At this moment in time I have a stack of hot pink notecards up to my eyeballs. They have very useful information about how I am polluting the planet, and how, in a very scientific way, I can make it stop. I just may not bother with the silly things right now though. I still have a few hours...

things that remind me of things.

Sometimes I think. Not alot, not to the point of being damaged at all, but I do think. I think about people I love, and people I strongly dislike. I think of sounds, smells, tastes, and how these things make me feel.

When I hear the song "I Say a Little Prayer for You" I think of my sister, Jessica.

The song "Brothers of the Highway" makes me think of my Dad. He may not like it, but it really is a great description of the true American truck driver :)

The Smell of Sandalwood makes me think of my Aunt Glenda.

The color, Chocolate Brown makes me think of my Mom. Every time I see it.

When I smell bubble gum, my little sister, Lydia pops into my head.

The scent of Pumpkin candles, no matter what time of year it is, make me think of my sister, Bethany.

When I see sketchy, artsy comics I think of my favorite little brother, Jesse. I also think of him whenever I see tall boys on campus talking very fast about something that he finds ridiculously interesting...even when no else does. *note this HAS happened more than once.

When I smell baking cookies or hear yelps of pain, my brain jumps to my sister, Kimberly.

When I snort when I laugh I think of my Aunt Peggy. (Shout out to the only who reads my blog!!)

When I hear the word catfish I think, Joe Baxter.

When someone says "hurricane" my brain goes to Daniel Inman.

When I see "pretty boys" on campus I think of my friend, Bekah.

When I hear people talk about, or I see, or I read "Where the Wild Things Are" I think of my nephew, Isaac.

When I hear the word "cute" I think of my niece, Savannah. Not because she is cute (I won't lie, she is!!), but because she makes that word sound AWESOME.

When I hear any Bill Gather music I think of my Grandaddy and Grandmomma, that is why I like Bill Gather. Don't judge me.

When I see dirt roads and big trees, I see blissful happiness.

When I think Christmas (after thinking of Baby Jesus), I think of Mamaw and Papaw.

When I see people who are so immersed in a certain "style" (i.e. Hippy, Indie, Gangster, punk, emo, etc...), the word "fake" pops into my brain. No matter how legitimate that person may be.

The smell of Earl Gray tea makes me think of books and cold weather.

The smell of Burkes Outlet makes me think of attics, and I like that.

When I hear, see, smell, feel these things I tell the truth about think about these people or things every time. I can rarely encounter something without it making me think of something else.

And to my Mom: I know I drive you crazy. I know I have caused a large percentage of the grey hair that you have me pull out ;) but I also know that you love me, and everyone of your children. I have no idea how you had six kids and then home schooled them; and can still form understandable sentences most days!! I think that you are the greatest mom. The end. I am sorry when I yell, and go nuts on you. I hope that this year brings you more happiness than any years that have been before. I love you...Happy Birthday!

(wow that was cheesy, but I meant every word.)