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.)

Sometimes, when my tummy hurts, I think about dragons

Why do I always want to write in the wee hours of the morning? I am sleepy. I just watched three episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I probably woke my roommate up, I was laughing really hard.

I am contemplating next years living arrangements. This dorm is expensive, and I am scared to turn on the heat. I have proposed to a friend that I sleep on her couch and pay part of the rent. She actually might take me up on it. I have never had issues with sleeping on ones couch. I am never in one place long enough to really crave my own room. My mother pointed out that I always have a bed in Columbus...and that is true. Just wait till I graduate and get a big kid job and make big kid money, then I will have my own place. Until then I can just be a gypsy.

I have been praying for patience. For 3 long years I have been praying for patience. Obviously God has granted me some sort of patience because I am not pregnant.

Speaking of which; I was holding a conversation with a girl who was complaining about being "late". I asked her if there were any reason why she might be. She said she didn't know. REALLY? So I asked her if there had been boy parts near her girl parts....she said she didn't know. REALLY?????? Then she said that, yes, this had happened twice. ok. Most confusing conversation of the day.

The store where I work is now an official Mac seller. I AM A PC. I WILL NOT WEAR YOUR DUMB MAC SHIRT OR HELP YOU SELL YOUR DUMB APPLE COMPUTER, ESPECIALLY IF I DON'T EVEN MAKE A COMMISSION OFF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Idiots.

Ode to My Favorite Kidney

oh my. Just that. This week has been strange, but not in a bad way. I have actually been in a state of dizzy happiness which confuses me slightly, but when these feelings come along I tend to just take them and try not to question it. I changed my major...English? really? Teaching it? Really? To Highschoolers? yeah. I mean that's the idea. The irony in this is that I hate grammar. I tend to hate things that I do not always get correct, but that is what my brain is for. I hate many things, but you would never know that.

I got a lecture about my face (again) from this sweet old bat that I work with. Her suggestion? Pumpkin. Thanks, but I really do not have tome to be squishing up random fruits and veggies and putting them on my face. And must you really ask me about using proactive, THAT LOUDLY. I mean I am pretty sure that you have alerted everyone to the issues of my face, thanks again. The funny thing is it only upset me slightly. I guess that once I realize that this is just the way she is...I just kind of ignore her, but if you ever need your self esteem wacked in the crotch please go find Ms. Nancy, she can it for ya!

I spent a crap load of pay check today...I got payed today. wow....I really need to NOT do that, BUT I had fun. I went to the Mellow Mushroom and then to see The Men Who Stare at Goats. It would be really hard to find a movie more ridiculous, I laughed so hard. It was odd. I also bought make up (Ulta could be my new favorite store), and a new CD. Airborne Toxic Event. That is the musical treatage I am putting in my ears now. Look 'em up. Specifically: Wishing Well.

Well Hellos to You Who Hold My Shoe.

I am sitting in class. Learning about our sustainable Earth....specifically Uranium.
However, I do not feel as if I am actually learning anything. My head hurts, as does my throat. I really cannot afford to get sick.

I want to be a "that's what she said" joke for halloween. I need to find a t shirt.

Some days I just can't figure out where my life is headed, but really I suppose that in the grand scheme of things it does not matter. And that really does make me feel better.

Gremlins. Haven't seen it, but I want to.

While I have been meaning to take notes during this class..today I just cannot. I have been playing on etsy instead....and by playing I mean looking at super cool stuff that I want.

Like these:




yup. Ok. I will try and pay attention now...

The wicked witch came, but she left when she found out my creativity had already been stolen

I fell asleep at 7:30 tonight. I was listening to classical music on the local weather channel and watching Tuscaloosa traffic.
I fixed myself eggs, sausage, and bread for supper. I ended up eating the bread for dessert with nutella. The eggs came from a chicken. I mean a free chicken. The kind that get to walk around the yard. Everything was excellent.
I worked. I have been making tons of button bracelets...I have been making them, putting them on and then every time I get a compliment on one I take it off and give it to that person. Yes, I am the weird girl that gives away button bracelets to random people. However, it does seem to make them happy. Anyway, back to work. I was at work (where I have given out many bracelets) and this older lady (she shall remain unnamed, but just know...she irritates me) came up to me and asked where her button bracelet was (she works there too, by the way). I told her that I was working on making more and that I would get her one soon. She then put in an order. red, green, and purple. That was her request. Part of the joy in making these bracelets is that I just make them. No orders. But I agreed to do so...even though I don't have any red buttons...and even though that sounds like the most tacky combination ever. Figures really. oh well, I will be making a trip to Hancock's soon.
before work I had two classes. Intro to Theatre was ridiculous, as always. The people ran their slides too fast and treated us rudely when they were asked to slow down...they didn't by the way. I also had Educational Psychology. I do like this class.a.lot. I talked alot in it today. And I laughed very hard at the boy behind me who very freely volunteered his opinion about how he could not handle girls emotions...at all. When I laughed the teacher made me explain myself. That was fun. I also used my dad as an example for a critical thinker....and for someone who, like the boy behind me, could not handle the emotions of a female. My teacher told me afterward that he figured he was a lot like my dad in the fact that he sometimes over thought some things and then talked about them till the subject was well hashed over....I then realized why I could actually follow his "lectures" Thanks Daddy!
I woke up at 10:00 am. That's late for me, but I only did that cause I had gotten to bed at...4:00 am....for no good reason.


I just wrote a diary entry. I'll try not to do that much in the future, but that is just what I felt like doing.

I am going to see this play on Friday...it's required. It cost me 10 bucks..oh and did I mention: It's about aliens. Yeah. Tales of the Lost Formicans