Fairy dust makes my hair magic.

First, I would like to begin by stating that I need to be asleep. I always post a blog when I should be asleep.

School started yesterday. I feel like it has already been two weeks. There is so much reading. Who knew?! Secondary Ed in English? Reading? Really???? Kidding. Of course. But really, there is a crap-ton of reading in the first two days. I only complain because I have yet to receive my books in the mail (my fault). There are threats of quizzes for tomorrow. I am almost worried.

So let's talk about my teachers, shall we? On Monday I started things off with American Literature 1. The professor for this class is young, and his inflections are ridiculous. I can tell he is making his voice slightly deeper than he should, and he pauses at the oddest moments in his sentences. I was in that class for maybe 20 minutes and I can already tell that I may have issues not being distracted by his funny voice and speaking quirks.

Second class of the day would be EN 300 = English Studies = Could be awesome, but I have my doubts. Again with the teacher. Male, stranger than the first. He came in with a suit that had a tie which was just little too short, and a plaid scarf...oh excuse me, it was suit on the top half, faded jeans on the bottom half, and no, not the "cool" faded jeans. He has a lisp, a very dominant lisp. He is young, maybe 29. He has a girlfriend, and about to have a baby, only not with his girlfriend. So that's nice. He uses phrases and words such as "what have you", and "proverbial". Normally I wouldn't care, but there is something that just strikes me as abnormal about him.

Third class was Journalism. I have to keep up with the news? Really? balls.

The teacher is female, and had the confidence of a peanut. Which, if you know a peanut, you know..not much at all. Very quivery voice.

Then I had work. Book rush may actually kill me. So many people. So many credit cards, checks, cashes (Is that a word? Did I use it correctly? Oh screw it, you know I don't care).

Then comes the fourth class of the day. This teacher is female. She yells. She has the potential of being very cool, or super bitch. She is really riding the line with me.

We had a fight about the word "fagot". I wanted to jump up and scream it at someone. Don't tell me not to say something. It is indeed a free country and YOU told me not say it in the worst possible way. You were bossy, that wasn't very smart on your part. You don't know me yet, but you will learn to fear me...or at least...not tell me what to do...as much....on Wednesdays....

I just feel she shouldn't have started drama the first night the class met, but hey, her choice.

So there are my classes so far. My only education class was this morning, and the teacher didn't show up...so way to be a leader dude. Unless you were in an accident, then I am just going to feel like a donkey.

Do you want to hear about how I have embarrassed myself since I got back Sunday night? Ok, I thought you would!

I was moving in Sunday night and I decided to carry way too much stuff. Never a good plan, but it was working for me, until some guys pulls out of his parking space. I was afraid he didn't see me so I stopped, kind of got off balance and stepped over, just one side-step to steady myself. It was fine until I realized we was waiting on me to go. Then calamity struck. That one little side-step moved my foot right into a curb that I didn't know was there until I began to propel myself forward. Oh my ignorance. I half way fell (I was carrying a TON of stuff)...I somehow caught myself but managed to do it in the most ridiculous looking way, all while this dudes headlights shown upon my glorious grace. It gets better, I dropped one of the things that was on the top of my pile. I didn't notice. Who did you may ask? The dude in the car. He got out, got my coat, and then had to chase me down to get it. He also sat outside the dorm in his car while I took four more loads upstairs. Nice.

Last night my roommate and I went shopping. As were leaving our room, so were three boys that live on our hall (one was particularly nice looking). The cute one asked us how we were doing. We were fine of course. We took the stairs. So did they. I was wearing flip flops. I get all the way down the stairs successfully!! Megan however, tripped in the way out the door to the bottom floor. In my attempt to not fall over her I bunny hop into a hole in the floor. Small hole, it just got my foot, but still... Guys behind us laugh "are you ok??" more laughs. Me, in a voice that suddenly got high and squeaky "I'm fine!". I run away.

Today, a guy stopped and asked me for advice about text books as I was going into work. He was really nice. He asked what my name was. He shook my hand. He was really nice.

That wasn't embarrassing, I just had to share it. Ok. I am going to stop now. 5:50 am and the rec center are coming on way too fast.

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...