Don't have a great year, MAKE a great year...

I'm switching that saying around a little bit. 2009 has been a rough year for almost anyone you cross, for me it hasn't been any different. I have faced more challenges, developed more questions about myself, and have had to answer the most difficult questions this year than ever before. It has been by far the hardest year yet, although I recall last year saying the same thing.

Is it possible that every year you grow up, it gets more challenging? ...Makes sense.

So, I'm going to grab the bull by the horns, not that I haven't always taken this approach but now I'm older and wiser than before.

Accomplishments this year?

You bet!

-I finished up my term as President of my sorority.
-I learned more about myself this year than ever before and also how to work with people that I don't necessarily agree with all of the time.

-I have learned patience.

-Learned to bartend.

-Started a blog and a twitter account.

-Applying to grad school.

-Had an internship, another will follow in the spring.

-Made it to 22.

Of course, now that I reflect on the year, it seems so much more simple. It seems like I can't write down what I've accomplished, I can't fathom the things I have gone through. It seems so trivial now. But I do still feel a little worn out from this past year. And in my heart I feel all of the obstacles I have overcome, all of the aspects of myself that have been refined, and all of the compassion I have gained for others.

2010 is a big year, graduation, maid of honor duties, grad school/real life shit, my super awesome trip I am planning, moving away, new opportunities, and total freedom from responsibility as an officer in my sorority ( I loved every minute of it, but you know you have done your job and finished your duties when you are at ease at the thought of someone else running the chapter )

I hope for change this year and I know it will come.

Happy New Year, my loves.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

On Christmas Eve one of my dearest friends asked me to be her maid of honor. I can't even explain to you the rush of emotions that I felt. It is truly just such an honor that someone would think of you that highly and want you to be a part of such a special day. Of course, I got a new notebook, wedding magazines, and googled my responsiblities. If there's anything you all know about me it's that I am a hard worker and like to plan...obsessively.

I went to see Avatar in 3D the other day...amazing. The world created was just amazing. The story line- although predictable- kept me on my feet! I really loved the movie- would recommend it and hope to own it one day. (I kept the 3D glasses par my mother's order)

Tragedy struck early in the morning after Christmas. Something that has changed my family's lives. Only a handful of you will be able to know what truly happened, but I've decided things need to change in my life. Life is truly unfair and now that I realize that it just seems that I can't use it as an excuse anymore. Although obstacles arise, occurances change our lives, I think that it's important to focus on how to solve problems rather than the problem themselves.

I was watching something the other day and a character on TV said, "Have a great day!" and the other character says, "no, you don't have a great day, you MAKE a great day" The amount of truth in these words is almost unbearable. We have to make our days what they are, our lives, our relationships, and we can't keep waiting around on the world around us to change.

Sorry so gloomy these days...it's the holidays.

Waiting

If you've ever worked in a restaurant you know that different tasks mesh together and you have a lot going on all the time. It is busy and someones "extra ranch" on the side is easily forgettable.

I am super impatient. Not only am I impatient but I have a ridiculous sense of urgency.

It bothers the hell out of me when I walk up to a table and ask them if they are ready to order...and they say yes. Now, I'm sittin there and they continue to look at the menu and do a like "mmm" "ehhh" "hmmmm"...I thought you said you were "ready"...I know this seems terrible but other tables are looking at you pointing to their drink or you remember that person wanted more ranch and now you are stuck with this person who can't decide between fried shrimp or fried chicken (they're pretty much the same!)...

All I'm sayin is, I usually go above and beyond to appease my guests and help them have a great experience...that's why I make the money that I do...but there is just something about when people take forever ordering food that my toes curl.

I guess that's the longest time you really have to spend with a table though.


Oh well. At least I have a job.

I've been in Hiatus...

First of all sorry about my lack of posts. I assure you that more will be coming!

I have found myself taking a little break from reality and living in my own little world called, "Heidi needs to get her shit together"... I have been working endlessly on my graduate school applications and really delving into what it is I want to do with my life.

The results...

I still don't know.

I do know that I don't want to serve tables much longer. The other night this unpleasant family of five came in. They ate, decided they didn't like their chicken nuggets that we fried and threw in bbq sauce from wal mart (because we ran out of our boneless wings - yes, their alternative was to buy out the chicken nuggets from walmart) and then stiffed me and stole the kid's apple baskets.


It's fine though. Jokes on them, those apple baskets are useless, they have no solid bottom or sides. The most you can do with them is hang them on the wall or like Applebee's does, throw a liner in there and then add food. I just don't know how many families carry said liners.

I went to the gym on base the other day... that was quite the adventure. I decided I was going to "work on my legs" because I had worked on my "arms" the day before. So there I am, staring at all these marines which, by the way, very nice to look at just have funny hair cuts, so I am working on my legs. I am very uncomfortable. The last time I put myself in this situation I was confronted by a man who told me I had "nice thighs" and proceeded to help me memorize his phone number (I didn't memorize it, nor was swept off my feet by the endearing compliment paid to my upper leg area)

I do that machine where you have your legs and you are sitting, you either push both legs in or out. As I am doing said excercise, in sweat pants mind you, I notice a few peeping Toms. Awkward.

Casually, I got off the machine, walked and sat in the sauna until I was sure those people had left. After sweating balls, I walked out...

This is why I CrossFit.

Preposterous

I'm watching the boob tube last night and what commercial comes on?

It's an attractive man sitting on a stool of some sort (do I hear a PSA coming on? ) Yes, then he says, "Don't know what to get your woman this holiday? Schedule her pap smear. It saves lives."

That sounds all fine and dandy, but I am sorry if a man I was dating was like, "hey honey, guess what I got you for Christmas?...I scheduled your pap smear!" I probably wouldn't even be mad, I would be shocked. I'd rather have that person buy me a cow for a starving family in Africa ( you know the online giving thing, where you can buy things in people's honor ) than schedule me a pap smear. I mean, what the hell? and CBS, come on...I'm a little dissapointed. No diamonds, no new car, no new cool thing, no bump it, no ... a pap smear. Wow, I can already see the 'thank-you' card now.

"Dear ..., I really enjoyed the christmas present you gave me this year. It was a lovely experience having a stranger stick there...up my .... for medical reasons."


So the memories can't help but come flooding back as I drive into town (even though I go to school an hour away...it just seemed more dramatic for me to start it off that way)...those memories were silenced as I pulled up and saw that my neighbor was painting his house.... Bright yellow with greem shutters and green porch posts, they are like a hunter green...which reminds me of my dear high school, White Oak. Thank God we are in Amurrrica...land o' da free. I'm pretty positive this would cause a riot if we weren't in sweet conservative suburbia, so it only causes back yard gossip and telephone calls.

But you know what, good for him. You paint that ugly yellow...it will be so much easier to point out my house now, if I ever get lost.

Well that's all for now.

Chow down tomorrow on Thanksgiving and have a blessed day.

Biggest Loser

It is the most absurd thing, there is a noise that keeps happening here in the office. You know the door stoppers? If you flick that and it made noise, loud, and obnoxiously, that's what it would sound like. This morning not only did I choose to wear a black sweater but I also had to park on the 7th level of the parking deck. I got here today later because I had to go to the North Campus to interview someone.

There are a lot of attractive men at Cape Fear. Like if you are wondering where all the men in Wilmington, NC are...they are here. And they look lovely.

So the black sweater...I literally sweat today while eating lunch outside. And yet, I'd rather eat outside and sweat than awkwardly sit in the break room. I decided to get Fat Tony's for lunch, which I know is a terrible decision...however as I was walking out with my "to-go" I wandered if there was silverware. So I stop dead in the restaurant and feel around my bag because it is tied shut, so I just figured I would feel around...Mind you, there are 3 people there and they are all workers. I turn around and the lady is looking at me and I was like, "just wanted to make sure there was silverware" and I walk out, awkwardly. Leave it to me to be super awkward.

I am not super stoked about my birthday like I normally am. I am turning 22 on Thanksgiving. ... I'm not even a huge fan of turkey. damn the man.


I received the "most dedicated old member" at semi-formal for the SECOND year in a row. What does this mean? ... It is the award for, "you have no life"...Don't get me wrong, it's an honor to be looked at with such esteem from your peers but at the same time... I am the president...I guess if I wasn't the most dedicated, I wouldn't be doing my job. I don't know. I have mixed feelings about whether or not this makes me a loser in real life...I think I'm okay being a loser though. :-)


Nothing too crazy has really happened to me lately, other than this is the last week of my internship and I have to find another one very soon.....

Oh, Mylanta.

For those we love, for those we've lost, for those who fought for our freedom

It might come as a surprise to some of you that I am indeed a military kid, not brat, kid. Why? I never moved around, my dad did all the moving around (that's a whole other story)....and yes, my parents are still married. And probably happier than most married couples who have spent all their years together. Actually, the distance I believe, is what has kept my parents together... (again another story)...

Today marks a truly special day, Veterans Day. Military has been a huge part of my life growing up as I grew up on/around the largest base on the east coast, second largest in the United States.

Nothing touches your heart more than when you are in the mall, working, or around town and you see a young man or woman, a middle aged man or woman, an old man or woman with a missing appendage, walking with a limp, or severely scarred. It makes me think, they went to a foreign country, they fought, they didn't know who was their enemy, who had their back... friends were lost, brothers, sisters, dads, moms, uncles, cousins... the list goes on.

So we see these guys in bars, restaurants, whatever it may be...we see the younger ones drinking, obnoxiously. It's a big joke, those damn Marines... (I am guilty of this) but maybe they are drinking to forget. Drinking to forget something that you and I can never even begin to imagine.

My father has deployed several times during war time, my father was in the Pentagon when it was struck on September 11, 2001, my father retired as a Lt. Col of the Marine Corps. My father is my hero, my idol, and a truly remarkable leader.

He's never really spoke of his experiences, not with me, not with my brother. I don't know why.


So today, I was at my internship griping about how the Internet wouldn't work. Dabbling and complaining in my head about how it's raining and today sucks. My advisor came in and asked if I'd be interested in going to a Veteran's Day ceremony at the Schwartz Center. I won't lie, I cried a little bit at the ceremony. I always cry when I hear the national anthem or I see the old veterans from WWII, Korean, Vietnam conflicts or any other war. I was amazed at how many Iraq/Afghanistan veterans were there, that now attend CFCC.


All I am saying is, everyday we don't think about these courageous people. We don't think about two men dressed in blues, walking up to a front door, knocking on it, holding the flag folded in a perfect triangle, the phone call in the middle of the night to tell someone their loved one has been injured. We don't think of how those injured who have lost parts of their lives forever, like playing basketball with their kids. We don't think of that. And no, it's not just in the movies. It's very real.


We don't think of them everyday, but today, please take a moment to think of them, their time, their love, their commitment to our country and essentially us and our freedom.

Semper Fi <3

Better than the Circus

The other night I braved Wal Mart. But first, I had to stop and get gas. I pull into this gas station, ready to pull up to the pump, when the lady standing there pumping gas lights up a cigarette. I literally pulled out of the gas station. Homegirl can go down in her blaze of glory sucking down a cig, but I will NOT be joining her!

So I go to Wal Mart, uhhhhhh.... Wal Mart. I hate Wal Mart. It's actually NOT that bad at 3am, unfortunately these days I am not up that early! Okay, so I walk out into the abyss that is the parking lot. I wandered around for about 20 minutes before I realized I was about 3 rows to far to the right for my car.

Has anyone else ever really thought about how crazy the Wal Mart parking lot is. It's just an introduction of what is to come inside. The parking lot is enough to keep me away from Wal Mart. I mean who designs those bitches? Fights break out, accidents happen, it's a war zone.

Today, I walked to my internship and had to bring in a box that has been sitting in my car for like 3 weeks. I am wearing a dress with black stockings. I am always worried that my dress is up in the back when I am walking with my hands full and whatever. I was listening to my iPod, almost got hit by a car and then realized, indeed today was the day that my dress had been pinned up by my 2 bags on my arm.

Glorious. Good thing I had black stockings on.

Then I walked to the campus bookstore at CFCC to buy something for a project I was working on. I tried to walk out the glass window/wall instead of the door. Yes, people started laughing at me.

Oh, wonderful Monday.

Then I witnessed a dance off in the courtyard during my lunch break. That was interesting......
....
......

Something tells me I'm not on UNCW's campus anymore. Strangely enough I feel like I am at my high school again.

Anyways, so I was just thinking about what tab I would pull up if my advisor walked in because I am blogging. It's keep this up, 17 again soundtrack (googled, of course), or my Facebook. None of these seem like particularly good tabs to pull up.


I am going to go now.

Ugh...Monday.

Subj:

ALWAYS USE SUBJECTS IN EMAILS! This bothers me beyond belief. It actually enrages me.

When you receive oh... anywhere from 25-50 emails a day a subject line is GREATLY appreciated. Plus it allows for filing...I have 76 folders in my inbox and counting. I can't believe I just counted all of those- but yes, 76. So friends, subject lines= must have them.

You ask, "why don't you just delete them and not read them?" - BECAUSE I AM NOSY - okay. This is true. It would bother me more to delete an email and not read it then it would to be frustrated that there is no subject line.

I would probably lay awake in my bed all night wondering about the email until I pulled up the deleted email and read it, so that's why I read them.... (damnit)

How angry were you when you saw the title? Were you like.... WTF, Heidi? WTF? I kind of am right now. It makes me not even want to read this post.


:-)

No, but seriously, use subjects in emails, in the bizzz world people won't even take a second look at the email if there's no subject.

You might say, "well what if I don't know what the subject should be?"

Then I might answer, "then there's no reason for an email."


:-)

Have a good day!

Fax from glass?

I wasn't going to apply for this leadership award thing I was nominated for for the sorority. Just because of my previous run ins with some big people upstairs. At the last minute, I had a change of heart. I decided I would have one of the other officers write it up, email it to me, and I could fax it from home.

So my friend Ashley, (yeah, you got called out, says, "yeah, I'll help you fax. I fax everyday from work." I was like, "sweet, let's do some faxing then." We put the first piece of paper in the what looks to be the "feeding area." We dial the number in and the screen shows, "fax from glass?" and I pressed no. I was like, "what the hell does that mean?" so the faxer doesn't do anything...I go through the steps again... but this time I press "yes" to "fax from glass?" It dials, takes a minute and says "page sent." It hadn't touched my page in the "feeder."

DAMNIT, I sent a picture of a black cat to national, right before I sent my award information in.


Doesn't look like I'll be winning anything.


Best part, it was on Halloween.

Even better part, I hate cats.


Life is good.

Subj:

ALWAYS USE SUBJECTS IN EMAILS! This bothers me beyond belief. It actually enrages me.

When you receive oh... anywhere from 25-50 emails a day a subject line is GREATLY appreciated. Plus it allows for filing...I have 76 folders in my inbox and counting. I can't believe I just counted all of those- but yes, 76. So friends, subject lines= must have them.

You ask, "why don't you just delete them and not read them?" - BECAUSE I AM NOSY - okay. This is true. It would bother me more to delete an email and not read it then it would to be frustrated that there is no subject line.

I would probably lay awake in my bed all night wondering about the email until I pulled up the deleted email and read it, so that's why I read them.... (damnit)

How angry were you when you saw the title? Were you like.... WTF, Heidi? WTF? I kind of am right now. It makes me not even want to read this post.


:-)

No, but seriously, use subjects in emails, in the bizzz world people won't even take a second look at the email if there's no subject.

You might say, "well what if I don't know what the subject should be?"

Then I might answer, "then there's no reason for an email."


:-)

Have a good day!

Guys who date girls but still like other girls

Recently I have witnessed the ignorance that it is to be a stupid girl, no offense.

Most girls go into these situations (guys with girlfriends) and don't really ask the guy to make a move, they just kind of wait it out. Go into the situation (if you dare) as in, "you need to make a decision." Ladies, if he hasn't dumped her within a week- he's not going to. PERIOD. It is unfortunate but so many times girls get dragged along and become the ultimate "other girl."
Another thing to NEVER do is ... be physical with the guy. Okay, this opens up the door for a WHOOLLLLEEEE LOTTAAA Drama and heartache. Let's face it- you feel a little cheated when the light bulb goes off that he's only using you....

Better yet, don't bother with guys with girlfriends. If they are willing to pay attention to you while they are with someone else- what does this tell you? Think hard.

Plus, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO THINK ABOUT IS...the girlfriend. I know this is hard especially when you think you really care/want to be with someone, but think about if you were the girlfriend. If we all thought like this, no one would get cheated on...how wonderful would that be? No fights about speculating other realtionships or whereabouts... I think it sounds glorious. Try it, it will change your mind.

Here's the long and short of it, guys that like other girls but are in a relationship...
well ladies, there's just one way to describe these people : DOUCHE BAGS.

And lastly- be sure to voice this to them. Not in a psycho crazy girl slash their tires fill their gas tank with water way, but a simple, "you are a bad person" will suffice. At least someone told them, so one day when they get burned they'll be like..."what was that girl's name? ...she told me so"


Just don't do it. Be smart. And remember, there are other single fish in the sea that don't cheat. And if you have been the "other" girl before, it's okay. Today's a new day, we all make mistakes, just start makng better choices now!

Just like the lady in the gold pants...

Let me tell you, my mid-morning snack (although delightful) was not needed today. A lady in the office came in and asked me to take my advisors camera down to an event she was at at *"Our Place." So I did, boy was it a treat. There was some type of women's club experiencing some delicious food at "Our Place." So I sat there for a while and took it all in. As the ladies (ranging from late 40's to 60's) were getting listening to the speech given from the head teacher I noticed one that stood out. The lady in the gold pants. Let me tell you... I want to be like her when I get older.

She walks up to me, gold shiny pants, black and white leopard print shirt, gaudy gold necklace and bleach blond hair with striking red lipstick. But here's the thing, sounds tacky- no, this lady was kickin' ass and takin' names before she joined us at "Our Place." She walks up to me, studies me from head to toe and then back again...

"So, who are you?" She had a northern accent mixed with a old smoky cowboy accent. She asked me interested but suspicious. I told her who I was. "Oh, I see. Well, that's great then" she said it as if she seemed relieved I wasn't some type of party crasher. She then turned around and with a swag in her step walked up to the hors d'eurvs. It was really a staple moment in my life. The lady in the gold pants, she was sassy yet mysterious.

*"Our Place" is the restaurant downtown at CFCC that culinary students run. I have had a few run ins with said restaurant. Phenomenal. The food is ... beyond belief. It is probably the best food I have had going out to eat...ever. And each time it has been free for me! (score).


So I have two more hours...

.......not sure what I will do. BUT YAY FOR FRIDAY!

The alacricity of the denoument is innocuous.

I have no idea if the title even makes sense. In preparation for the GRE I have decided to use ridiculous words for the title...

Okay, the last couple of days have SUCKED. But- that's not being negative. I will now give case and point of why they have sucked. See, reality.

Monday- Highlights of the awful day: Window in my car wouldn't roll up (happened again today) My car window is literally down in the parking garage downtown, so please feel free to steal the tripod, sigma shirts, and trash. Had a meeting with someone that I am doing an event for...she is difficult now... she didn't believe me that some people were not listed in the phone book. I grabbed her a phone book. It was different than the one I had used.... they were listed. (oh, hey, I grabbed her an older one. The one's that were listed- yeah- out of order) but who wants to listen to me? Parked on the 6th floor of the parking deck at the end of the day, elevator broken. Me in heels, 12 flights of stairs. GLORIOUS.


Tuesday- not so bad. Did a little bit of *parking lot stalking. It was a victorious day.

Wednesday- UGH. WEDNESDAY. Nothing too bad. I was a little late to the internship BECAUSE my car window again wouldn't roll up. so, AGAIN, feel free to steal the listed items above.


*Parking lot stalking. This has become a little challenge every Tuesday and Thursday. I pull into the lot on campus in between Bear and Deloach and by the library. You stalk out people walking through the parking lot and try to determine if they are going to their car. Meanwhile there are 5+ other cars looking for the same spot. So you creep around corners and pretty much speed on the straightaways. Now there are a few helpful hints in PARKING LOT STALKING ... watch for people who reach into their pocket, holding their keys, and are walking determined to a destination. Tricky people are the ones on their phone, walking down the line of parked cars or through the cars to get to another building or lot. Now, you have to be careful to watch in front of you and behind you. This week I have almost hit 2 people. That ... that's really an automatic FAIL...well if you hit them.


So anyways, then you keep stalking out until you find a spot. I think time factors in here too and how many times you drive around the lot. I have been known to drive around the lot about 10 or so times. It's pretty crazy. But I typically find a spot and let me tell you- it is invigorating. It is like a personal victory for the day.

...and then my car window doesn't roll up and I have to pack all my valuables in my big purple purse.



Group meetings x2 tonight after my 9-5 day. FML.

My advisor has caught me on Facebook, Twitter, and now walked in on me blogging in just one day. Glorious. Glorious, my friends.


:-)

Glorious Victory

I had my first experience with Beerfest Saturday...

...that's right...
.....Drink it in.....

Let me tell you. VIP is the way to go, my friends. I was able to try like 20 beers by the time the masses were allowed through the gates. It was well worth the money for the ticket. There were three tents with massive amounts of distributers there, it was glorious.

I would do it again...
...possibly every weekend if I had the chance.


Glorious Victory.

1) I'm not negative, I'm realistic

I have had a few occurances over the last month of people saying that I am negative...

I don't doubt that I am negative at times. As a matter of fact, I would venture to say that everyone thinks a negative thought at least one to five times a day. I have been told a few times that I favor the negative side of life. So in light of this discovery I have decided I would take a step back and re-evaluate my thoughts, actions, and comments.

The results have been shocking...

First, I had to figure out exactly what constitutes "negative." I mean, really, what is negative? Where is the grey line between negativity and reality? Let's take a look at this... I say, "that won't work because of (X)" Is that being negative if it is legit? If something REALLY WON'T work because of (X)? I don't think that's negativity, I think it's reality, especially if you have experience with said (X). Is it negative if someone says, "they are always like this, it doesn't change" if someone knows that it never changes...it is always like that and although one has tried to change something, it continues the same? What constitutes realistic? I feel that if someone says something and backs it up with and experience or reason then I say that's realistic. If someone says, "today sucks" and someone says, "why" and that person says, "today sucks because I woke up late, stubbed my toe on the scale in my bathroom, weighed myself saw that I gained weight, and my boyfriend dumped me over text etc..." I would say, "yeah, realistically...that sucks." Consequently, if someone answered, "today sucks because it just does..." I'd say that was being negative. Wouldn't you agree?


I don't tell people how to live their life. True, I may make suggestions as to what would make their life a little better, them complain less, and be a more enjoyable experience, but I don't tell people how to live there life. So, why am I criticized so much for having the attitude I have? It works for me. I have friends, they like to be around me (or so I think) and I get things accomplished. What does my attitude have to do with anytthing? Just because SOME people don't like it, why does it matter? I do what I do, I get things done, and for what I am trying to accomplish right now I am very successful.


SO BACK OFF, PEOPLE!

Does this post seem like I am defending myself? Most definitly am. I am so sick of everyone constantly looking and criticizing people...maybe it's about time people look at themselves and the lives they lead... I bet that would be pretty shocking...maybe too much to handle.

I believe everything happens for a reason, consequently I believe that everything works out the way it should, even if it isn't the desired result. I've learned that life isn't fair because a lot of times I have been put in situations that haven't turned out in my favor. Why? Because naturally I take leadership roles and that is what leaders typically have to deal with. Shit turning sour. My experiences have made me see a situation for what it is. The gory details of a situation, that's what I analyze. The bottom line is that, no, I do not live my life in a flowery abyss that every day is a sun shining day and the world is perfect. To me, that’s not realistic. I am practical, I work with what I have and don’t just rely on the stars to align for things to happen. Negative to you? Maybe...but not to me...it's all in your perception!

In conclusion, negativity is all how you frame it in your mind. It is your perception based on your thought patterns and experiences. You say negative, I say realistic.

Deal with it.

I'm just snarky today...

Rock-A-Thon went extremely well on Monday. We raised over $1700 for our philanthropy. I am really happy that everything worked out as well as it did. I was there from 7am to 9pm. I ate my lunch in a rocking chair and then I ate my dinner in front of a rocking chair- so there's dedication for ya!

Some interesting things have happened in my life. Yesterday myself and some of the officers cleaned out the storage unit. Boy, did we find some good stuff in there. I believe I left with 10 2XL shirts because at some point in my life I am thinking that I would like to wear them...what was I thinking? Have any of you ever seen the show "Hoarders" ...basically it is these people that have a sickness- they can't throw out their junk so it just accumulates until they can barely live in their house. It's a serious problem. It ruins families, lives, and houses. I'm just saying- anyways I was noticing some tendencies from myself in which Thank JESUS that I had Kate there to tell me we were throwing things away. It's true we will never need puff balls or alphabet blocks (we are donating them to the boys and girls club)...

The lady that runs the storage unit helped take some of our things to the dumpster. She let us ride on her golf cart which was pretty sweet, although I was hanging on for dear life sitting on the back of the golf cart...she kept referring to her butt as a "bodunky" and how she was clipping bushes or something and the ladder fell and she was hanging on the side of the storage unit. I wish we would have gotten to see that. Not because I think it's funny she was hanging off the side of a storage unit and could have seriously hurt herself but because she was hanging off the side of a storage unit. It just feels like something that would happen to me. LIke the time that was at said storage unit and locked my car keys in the little space between the door and the trunk.

Okay- let me explain. I was grabbing a box out of my trunk and set my keys on the trunk area (think 2001 Silver Pontiac Sunfire)... its at the top of the back of the car, it dips down a little where the door meets the car. (Not the front half of the trunk) .... does this make sense? It would be ideal if Courtney actually taught me how to put pics on this bad boy from my phone... *cough cough* still waiting.

So I throw the keys over there and on my way out without thinking, I shut the trunk. I go to get in my car and realize- hey, I can't start it wwithout the keys. But where did I put them? I can't figure it out at this point. OHHH HEYYYY keys in the crease between the car and trunk door. I pulled down the back seat and climbed into the trunk, couldn't reach it enough to slip it through the crack. OHH you ask, why don't I just pop the trunk? Simple- that's not an option unless you have the key lock thing which at this point was locked IN the trunk. So I sat there for a minute or two with my head in my hands hanging out the driver side with the door open... A PEN. Yes- a PEN. I got a pen, stuck it in the crack, hit the trunk pop button and viola! BACK IN BUSINESS LADIES AND GENTS, BACK IN BUSINESS.

So just call me Mcguiver.

That's all for this one.

Purple Purses and SunChips

Yesterday was my room mates birthday. We had a lovely afternoon shopping after I finished up stuff at the internship in the morning. Although I admit, I did something very naughty yesterday. I fell into my obsession and I purchased a purple Jessica Simpson purse. And I love it. The worst part of all is that I crack in stores under pressure (you can sell me anything, well JUST ABOUT anything when it comes to purses and make up) and the lady told me I would save about 20 dollars if I open up a Belk card. I immediately thought of all the things I could do with an extra 20 dollars... Last time I opened up a store's credit card I ended up forgetting I had it (F-U American Eagle)...I don't even plan on using it. I just got it for the amazing discount. I guess I will have to cancel it once I pay for my super cute purse.

I started reading two new books. Yes, at once. Wierd? Maybe- this way I won't get bored. I am getting excited- just as the semester is in the middle of chaos my life is somewhat slowing down (not really but KIND OF)...so I was at a book store this weekend and I love books. So - of course - I bought one *okay, three, but one isn't for me.* The first new book I am reading is "Bitter is the New Black" I can't figure out if I like it or not yet. The author is a total bia and I just don't know if I'm down with her style. We will see what happens next. And the second one, which I know I will love, but is hard to get into is "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Albom <3 he is my favorite author! If you have never read a Mitch Albom book, then you are truly missing out.

In an effort to lose some weight or at least not gain any I have been seriously watching my portions. I have gone through great lengths for this endeavor. So much that I count out my SunChips. Now this is my question, if it says about 15 chips are a serving size and you pull out some and they are broken, what do they count as? I have been piecing chips together to make one. And you are thinking, "you have time to piece together chips, really?" and I say, "no, actually I don't." I guestimate which is exactly why I am sure that this diet won't probably work either. I am just trying to make better decisions, small portions, and eat more frequently as to keep my metabolism up.

I went to bed last night around 10:30 and I could not wake up on time this morning for the life of me, I believe I am getting sick because I feel it coming. Where's the Zicam!? Plus- I am still tired another indicator of sickness.

Today after an hour at the internship and no advisor I walked down to the place where we are having the event tonight to see if she was there. I was walking down a hill wearing a dress, and it was so windy that sand kept pelting my legs. Seriously pelting my legs and it hurt. It was like the time when I had to walk up hill both ways to school. ;-) Forutnately my dress didn't fly up because I hunkered it down with both hands. It was like a sand storm. I don't even know.

Anyways- enough for now. I have to be back at the internship in about an hour and I just want to relax for awhile.

Dear God, why do you hate me?

Since I left Catholic school in the 8th grade and moved on to bigger and better things (high school pshhh-- now college) I have struggled with what I believe. I believe there is a higher power (God) and I believe in Karma. I also believe that reincarnation is possible...kinda. See my version of purgatory is much like the Five People You Meet in Heaven. Mitch Albom's book became a theory for me. That when you die, you have interactions with people who have been a part of your life in a significant way (maybe you didn't even knew how significant they were)and through coming to some type of conclusion during that interaction you are able to move on to the next step. It's really genius if you ask me.

So that brings me to my next topic. Applebees. Now, I don't know where these people come from in Jacksonville, exactly what cave they crawl out of and exactly how they are able to survive in this world. I've always heard how Seattle, Washington is so diverse and the people there are all so crazy but when I look at Jacksonville- I think the same thing. Now- they all look a like with their high and tights, walking on the side of the road trying to get to the mall and then the nearest restaurant...most aren't old enough to drink and either way they will still cause a scene. Then you have the locals. There are three types of locals in Jacksonville. You have the upper class, country, locals. (They typically go out to eat in Swansboro) Then you have the people who work jobs like waitressing, retail, and whatever else is available and then go to bars that night and sleep all day- work- drink- play...whatever then you have the ones that I just can't figure out if they drove in from the outskirts ...but they obviously do not socialize much with humanity. Rude, hard to understand with thick southern accent and they don't know the difference between much of anything intelligent. And I am sorry- not all are like this of course, but a lot of them that come into Applebee's are and you will soon find out why I am so bitter.

I think on Friday I was taken advantage of. My co-workers know that I go back to Applebees to make the most money I can, so I will take just about any and all tables. But this particular Friday it had been a month since I had last served,I had been up since 7am and I just was messing everything up because my mind was everywhere but there.

Which let's just start off with Friday morning really- I wake up go to my internship...blah. Friday afternoon I go to Talk, Inc. so my advisor can do a usability test. Friday afternoon- she is asking me questions about this website that they are testing out. I'm sorry. I don't care. I'm not getting paid to do this. I have to hurry up and get home for a job where I will work all night (until 4AM, little did I know) and I just want to leave now.

Ps. Talk, Inc. was pretty chic and sweet. For Wilmington, it was pretty much high class PR firm and I liked it a lot. I hope to one day work in a place with such caliber.

I go to leave the parking deck and "OH HEYYYY" my missing parking pass (flew out of my car while driving) lands me a 5$ to park....why? you ask...because it's fall break for CFCC. Nice. My last 5$ to pay to be somewhere that I am volunteering my life this semester.

All right- so I get home stuff my face, change, go to work.

As I had mentioned before, taken advantage of. Turns out I pick up for a closer, the last closer there (I'll finish around 3am I thought) Around the end of the night the servers stop wanting to take tables, they start throwing them on my side of the restaurant. To make matters worse the parties are growing from 2 to 6 people, 3 to 8, 4 to 10 and they are all drinking- finishing their drinks at different times, our bartender is taking forever, so waiting for that. Mind you- it is 12:30AM. So this lady- with holiday earrings on (okay...lady (type 3 local). What holiday is it? Really? You have Columbus day earrings? DOUBTFUL. Those are Christmas earrings. Keep livin' the dream ma'am but it is only October. I'd at least go for some skull earrings that way people can't tell if you are in the Halloween spirit or you just like to wear them)... Anyways- she orders two beers (tall boys at that) because she doesn't want to wait for the beer when she is finished with one. - Back up lady. It takes a total of 5 minutes for you to get your beer, assuming there are no drops of beer left in the bottom.

So then there are these two men with two kids, sitting in smoking section (strike ONE) I f-ing hate that. And I don't care if you do it with your kids- you are making a terrible decision by doing that, poor parenting. I'll tell you what, I can barely handle serving the smoking sections so I can't imagine how a little kid feels. Again type 3 local, order pomegranite martines (8 dollars people, 8 dollars)... order steaks with shrimp parm topping (3 dollars extra) loaded mashed potatoes (2 dollars extra), two tall boys of BUD (heavy), next 2 shots of patron (what?! is this serious), oh don't forget the kid with the kid fingers and the other kid that just doesn't get to eat. So this man- he asks me if he can substitute the broccoli for shrimp. WOAH. WOAH, sir. DREAM BIG. When in the world do you really believe that shrimp can substitute for broccoli?!?!?!?!? REALLY!? They aren't the same at all. Not even in the slightest.

Either way- I'm super busy and I'm running around. His steak isn't cooked right (go F-ING FIGURE!)...I have my manager take it off and re-make it.

SOOOOOO...I put their check down with the steak on it it was 85ish dollars. Without the steak it was 65 dollars. I walk by and say, "I can take that as soon as you're ready" the man says, "He just went to go take care of it" (referring to the other man with the kids) I walk into the back to grab some things for other tables. When I come back out, my manager has their ticket up and I ask if she is closing the ticket. I asked if she had taken their card or if he closed out with her. NOPE. SOB's walked out on their check.

... ... ... Really? That just happened. I started to laugh. My table full of 6 Marines didn't seem to take pity on me because they tipped especially crappy. Which reminds me- why do I not receive good tips from Marines anymore? I don't really humor them anymore with my sarcastic remarks and dilly-dallying around to chat it up and joke around- now I am more like- okay- you are blowing smoke in my face, WTF do you want to drink and eat- not that hard. Maybe that's it. I don't know. Can't be sure.

Have you ever seen people that really enjoy watching Nascar watch Nascar. Now that is a sight to see. This guy cheers on his favorite car- "Just slip right in there!" "Come on! Come on!" etc. etc. It was crazy. All I'm sayin' is -- check it out.

Excuse me, Mister

There is a very attractive man that works in the office across the building from me. Everyday I come in and I see him, we make eye contact, and I think, everyday, wow, that man is attractive. Today I was coming back from the bathroom, he said, "Hello."

It was glorious.

No Dumping

The other day as I was engaged in my email and listening to Pandora it all of the sudden shut off. I would say it was Monday- so the 28th. I thought it was one of those, "hey, we don't want to play to an empty room, are you there?" and I usually am like "yeah, I'm here all right, for the next 8 hours THANKS!" No not this time. Pandora cut me off. Pandora told me that I could only listen to 40 hours of free music a month, I could pay 99 cents and listen for the rest of the month (chea right) or I could buy a membership for like 99$. Really, Pandora? You just ripped on my heart and stomped all over it. Anyways- Today it is a celebrat-ion. October 1- I can begin my 40 hours of listening. I will be more frugal though, I can't have that black out again at the end of the month. I tried to find a free radio station...and Alot.com took over my browser. I not have a crazy tool bar- I really don't understand it. I downloaded something- frantic for free music. (FML)

For Rock-A-Thon I took about 2 or 3 hours of my life designing the perfect flyer. I played around with it alot- but am happy with the end result plus situating the ads were a bitch. Sent it off to the print shop. Mind you our colors are purple and white - so what is the poster supposed to be (PURPLE)...we send it off. And I'll be damned the flyers are pink. PINK. So I visit Ditto's today. They can't explain this. The man tells me that we aren't ECU. WHAT? I am not at ECU? Good thing I didn't wear my pirate costume and peg leg, otherwise I'd be really embarrassed. No sir, we sent a purple file because we want PURPLE. DUUUUUHHHHHHH...
No, he was really nice and helpful. So if you see pink flyers for Rock-A-Thon around campus- just know... printing job gone bad.

I'd like to address the gated/boarded area by my apartment. It appears to be some type of dumpster holder, HOWEVER, there are no dumpsters in it. It has a sign that says "No Dumping. Violators will be prosecuted" OKAY- I'm thinking false advertisement people. It looks like dumpsters. I don't know. I guess I won't throw my trash anymore into the empty gated area ;-). Just kidding Avalon, I never did.

Other than that- everything's been great. Working at the bees tomorrow. Should be a good time and an even better blog.


;-)

Two in JUST ONE HOUR---scandal

Okay,
I forgot to address this. I do need some feedback on this. For my Advance Public Relations class we are literally having to do a PR campaign. You know what we have to do- Parking Services for the one and only UNCW. Now we have come up with a few ideas like a life size cut out of Sammy in the old "Uncle Sam" spitting out the blurb "We want you...to park in your zone"...or we thought that instead of ticketers Parking Services could have people dress up as Jesus and stand in the entrance to the zones. Now- let me ask this- if there was a person dressed up as Jesus standing outside of a zone and when you pulled in asked you not to park out of your zone- would you still do it? And if you do- what does that say about you? Just a thought. I mean you can take it or leave it- I'm just throwin' it out there.

I have another PR idea that I thought up that is MONEY- unfortunately it is top secret and cannot be blogged at this time. I'll keep ya posted though- I'm pretty stoked. If Parking Services doesn't pick us to rep them (and by the way- this is legit)- I expect a full on protest from my loyal readers.


:-)

Snack Pack Delight

I cannot for the life of me understand why I do not move my scale away from the side of the door to my bathroom. I cannot tell you how many times I have woken up impaired in the middle of the night or drowsy in the morning and stubbed my toe. I cannot even explain to you how much that hurts my damn foot. I actually think I may have broken a toe once. And yeah, I do fall on the ground, cry a little bit, and curse the great heavens. Sue me.

My mom came into town last night. She's on this new diet kick. She gets upset when I say that I can't keep up with the new thing she's doing, but it's true. The tagline for everything is, "It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle change (also my mom's motto for everything)"....well no shit. First of all, let's get real...almost every diet has used this within the last two years. Second of all- yes- if you change your LIFESTYLE and make healthier decisions essentially you will shed the extra weight. I like beer. That's my downfall. However- while my mom was here she did purchase me some tasty 100 calorie snack pack delights. Let me tell you- they are indeed delightful. I just had a South Beach Living 100 cal pack of Double Chocolate Chunk cookies. Six cookies were in said bag, six. They were the size of quarters (to be fair maybe a little more)...I ate them before my browser came up. Now- right or wrong- cookies- no cookies. I am trying to eat every couple of hours to keep my metabolism up. Either way- the delight lasted less than 3 seconds. Okay, maybe a little longer- maybe my computer is slow.

Not sure if you are aware of this, yes, I am talking to you, but there are little buttons on the bottom that you can check to say how you feel about my blogs. You can also comment. Now- I'm just saying- I put them there because I don't want to be the creeper blogger that keeps on a-bloggin with no one reading. So please, I know you read my blog- I have had 3 separate conversations about it today- just check it. Check the one that describes the blog. Let's test my true inspirational self (I'm screwed).

So- At this point in my college career- I think I've pretty much established who I am. Maybe you don't know every personal detail about me but to be honest there's not much to tell- unless a bottle of wine, some type of patio furniture, and pajamas are involved. So I don't really care when I say- Don't be a dick. Today for instance, I was at my internship. The foundation staff raised over 76,000 dollars in student scholarship funds through campus fund drive (where all employees donate)...they were at around 80% giving rate- holy crap you say- Anyways there are these group of kids there. My nice- sweet-polite advisor says, "hey yall, not rushing yall out but we are having an event here in ...." anyways super nice way of telling them to leave in about 30 minutes from the table. The kid says, "I'll leave if you give me a piece of cake." REALLY?

He then proceeds to talk about how them raising money is not useful to him so he doesn't care. Enraged because I met so many people it HAS helped- I wanted to say something- instead- in fear of getting a bad report I just stared at him with my mouth open because I didn't know what to do. He then asks me for a balloon- I had blown up one that was literally deflating already and I handed it to him. He tied it on his ear. I don't ever know when it has been a cool thing to tie a balloon on one's ear. I even googled it...nothing came up except for the word "uncool."

Oh by the way- we had two carts full of stuff for this celebration- and we go to the elevator- which is permanently stuck open- it doesn't work- so we have to walk all the way uphill around the entire building and through a ramp to get there- luckily we didn't drop any cakes.

Finally- remmeber that invitation- I have to revise it ....AGAIN.


I <3 Wednesdays!

Maldemonium

It is raining today. I felt the urge to get out of the apartment though and go shopping. Retail therapy if you will. Sometimes when things just aren't going very well everyone likes to go out and buy something new. It's like a fresh start, a new look, it's really energizing. Well me not being the intelligent person I normally am decided it's a good idea to go to the mall on Saturday when it is pouring rain down. First, I needed to get gas. So I stopped at the gas station right in front of the mall, the sketchy EXXON that has a service thing. I leaned over and grabbed my wallet, I opened the door and there is a man standing right at my door. I almost peed myself. He didn't have very many teeth and spoke with a heavy southern accent. Turns out it's a full service pump. WEIRD. He informs me that credit card and do-it-yourself is over at the other pumps, so I mosey on over there. I go to the mall, I walk in to door of a department store that the first thing I see are purses. I love purses.

I hear some high school cheerleading going on. 'Weird' I thought, so I ventured out of the store to the opening of the mall. They were just cheering, with no real purpose. It was strange. I continued on with my adventure for the day. I wish that I could have a sign on my forehead that says, "Dear sales associate, please don't greet me. Don't talk to me...just let me awkwardly walk around the store 8 times."

I ventured into Buckle which is typically a store that I avoid only because of my thought of the price. But I thought that today, I would just check it out. Not as expensive as I thought. Really cool stuff. I go in the dressing room. No mirror. No mirror? I thought to myself that this must be a joke. What kind of dressing room doesn't have a mirror?

What?

I didn't even know what to do at that point, I was flabbergasted if you will.

But anyways- too many people at the mall today. People just run into you and don't even say excuse you...nothing. wtf.

The other day there was a crawfish walking up by my apartment door. It looked like a miniature lobster. This confuses me. Why?..perhaps it's global warming.

By the way, I came home from the mall empty handed. No bueno.

Oh, my life.

Chocolate Makes the World Go Round

Okay- at the internship. I have a few complaints that I have to get out just because I have filled up my room mates inbox with non-sense about how angry I am today. So first things first, for some reason I truly believe that I can sleep in til 8:15 and still make it to the internship on time (I did this morning, I look slightly rough- although it's a rainy day- so it's good I wore my hair up)... I get in Sally (my Pontiac Sunfire) and we ride on to the internship. OH SURPRISE! Sally has a bit of an issue (weak bladder if you will) when it rains, water comes pouring out of the ceiling all over me, but not the usual little amount, a flood gate had opened. All over my business cas attire. I actually put my hand up on the ceiling to stop the rain from keeping on, it just ran down my arm...

...I get to my internship, do a quick little email check, see several things on my desk to look over and talk about a press release that I have been working on for about a month. Because I always miss the times to talk with my contact. So, my advisor looks over it, tells me pretty much it's no bueno (I understand though, it was no bueno- kind of happens when you have another person telling you what they want to be in the press release that has NO relevance to what you are writing about), so I revised that....for the 10th time.

Invitation that I made the other week is pretty much bleeding with ink. I meet with the lady that had wrote on it and we go in rounds about how to fix it, just for her to tell me to keep it the way it is. I mean, it's fine. It's a learning experience but I just feel like a lot of the changes everyone wants to make are based on personal feelings or how "they would have done it"...but me- I design logically. Because I am a logical person.

*I do love the people in the office though*They are pretty much amazing and awesome*

I got an email from the composite people telling me I haven't confirmed when and where and all that jazz- problem is- I have talked to them several times...so that aggravated me.

FINALLY- lunch break. This morning what caused most of my aggravation was lack of caffeine. I scrounged up 65 cents out of all my bags and wallets combined- Diet Coke is 1 dollar. DAMN. So...I decided I'll just walk over to the cafeteria at lunch and buy a Diet Coke. I walk over there. OUT of Diet Coke, I am feeling feisty so I purchase some SunChips...get a little upset and then buy some M&M's. Okay this emotional eating needs to stop. BUT- the lady at the counter goes "wow, breakfast? lunch? snack? of champions."....you know what lady, "F-YOU!" I didn't say that of course, but why couldn't she just ring me up and leave me alone.

So the cafeteria looks pretty packed, I decide to go outside, the only dry table someone had just sat down at. THEN, I decide okay- let's go see if there are any dry benches, nope. Okay, last resort the DUN DUN DUN ..break room.. so I start to walk into there. I see the back of the head of the girl I try to avoid...chicken out and walk back out of the break room. I then walked around the courtyard for five minutes in circles before I walked back up and that table was empty. Before I had left for my lunch adventure, I asked myself if I thought I needed my umbrella- NOPE, I didn't think so. WRONG. As I am finishing up my lunch- it starts pouring down rain.

Unfortunate.
I walked back in the rain and now I am blogging because I am just...so angry.
Good news, I have M&M's and they will be delicious in a couple of hours.

Things You Don't Typically Want to Tell People Because it Makes You Lame.

In light of meeting new people and getting to know others better I have re-evaluated the story that I want to tell about myself. These are the things I have come up with...and I realized- I am kind of lame.

1. I don't typically cry (I do more now that I have found my sensitive side-thanks to being an officer-) but I do cry during movies, even if they aren't really sad, even if they are just a happy ending. It's kind of pathetic- no worries though- I try to hold it together when I am around people. Examples of ridiculous movies I have cried at: Honey, Knowing, Old School< rough time in my life., The Fox and the Hound, Bambi < who doesn't?, and then of course the sobbers such as Beach, Ghost (you know -old school stuff-).

2. I have been thinking about my hobbies... I could answer this question like everyone else, "hanging out with friends, beach, listening to music, watching movies" but I realized a hobby/obsession of mine is checking my email and emailing people (I am getting better with breaking off the relationship), I really do enjoy watching movies, although I never seem to get to watch movies. I guess I can watch movies when I die ;-). Can I address how "beach" is NOT a hobby. I mean everyone says, "going to the beach" is a hobby- but it's not it's an activity, right? I mean- do you go to the beach regularly all year round (I guess we could because of our geographical location, however- truth be told people probably don't go when it's freezing all that often)

3. I need to excercise to not be crazy. I have somehow worked up to having to excercise at least 3-4 times a week so I don't totally get crazy and emotional. I think it's because of all the stored up energy I have when I don't work out.

4. I like to go to bed early. I don't get to often, but when I lay in my bed to go to sleep an immediate feeling of relaxation comes over my body.

5. Eating ice cream. Is this a hobby? I don't know- but I do know I like to do it often. I don't think I can stick on a diet and not eat ice cream. There's just something about the creamy delicousness I can't live without...means I have thighs or no thighs...I've always had big thighs so I guess that means I am stuck with them and ice cream isn't do much harm...it's most likely the beer.

6. I like to write. I don't get enough time to do that- so I started to blog. But I love to write. About everything. One day I want to have the chance to sit down and think about what I want to write about...I have a few ideas ;-)...I started a book...my dumbass didn't save it on an external disk computer crashed. Gone.

7. I enjoy running. Even though I feel like death most of the time, I enjoy it. There's something about Senses Fail and running that relaxes me and takes me away from my life, if only for a few moments.


On a side note, I have realized that the word 'society' has a level of prestige to it. I think that everything sounds better with society on the end of it and much more official.

I am so excited for FALL! It's beautiful outside. On that note- I am going to take my lunch break...outside. Uninterrupted by the smell of the break room.

I have 4 Google accounts

Yesterday I pulled up to McDonalds after a busy work and ordered a southern style chicken sandwich (best ever) and the man said, "no" when I completed my order...
I was denied service at McDonalds- only for a short moment - I ignored that comment and continued on with my want for a cup of water and fries.

I can't even think right now. I am so exhausted and emotionally distraught. I am done for the night.

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!

Ice cold Bud Light does the trick.

That's just the way it goes...

I had an eventful weekend- to say the least. Some interesting things have happened to me in the last couple of weeks. I tried to send a picture from my phone to my blog and it didn't work. I was sending a picture of my new boyfriend- internship cut out- didn't work.

I also have to address facebook chat here- okay so here's the thing. You add that super hot guy and you are like - yes he's on facebook. I will chat him. Which in case you were wondering- adding a boy on facebook is detrimental to the start of a relationship. Not only does it put you in the friend zone- but also you are now that oober-obsessed facebook girl that creepily adds people she met for 15 minutes. So there you are wondering if you facebook chat it up...the answer is no. It always turns into this awkward situation. You are like...okay after no answer for 30 seconds which feels like 10 minutes and then you feel crazy because you can't keep writing in the chat thing if no one answers.

The second thing annoying about facebook chat and most chats in general is the person you DON'T want to chat it up with ALWAYS messages you. Not only that but they keep chatting with you- even though you clearly give one word responses, like "yup" "nope" "haha" haha is my favorite blow off phrase. I probably shouldn't post that but I'll let you in on my little secrets for "funsies." What do you do though? Is it rude to just casually stop chatting back? That's my best solution or lie and say I am on my way out...

Hot tubs and I don't mix when alcohol is involved. I have a purple toe, a scratch larger than the size of my hand on my shin, and a half sprained ankle with another scratch- all from tripping down stairs and falling on pavement...which coincidentally was next to a hot tub. So me, plus alcohol, plus hot tubs- I probably just shouldn't even do that anymore.

Recruitment starts this week and I look like I have been seriously beaten from the knees down. I have to wear shorts too, which is ironic because this entire summer I haven't worn shorts (other than work out shorts)...I am shaking my head right now.

On the way home from VA BEACH- interesting by the way- my leg was burning. I had to seriously clean it when I got home. It hurt very much. So- we got a little turned around today because there was detour around Pollocksville (doesn't the name just give you a little hint where I am going with this). Instead of setting up signs (like a normal responsible fire/safety/police department would they stationed an overweight dancing fireman at a road. We of course, didn't want to stop and ask him...there was no ipod- no music- just rain. WIERD. Finally we drove about 10 miles, turned around, and went back and asked him where we could get back on hwy 17. He says, "I dunno where you comin from but that there highway is that way" and pointed down the road that he was standing in front of. In hindsight, I don't know why it mattered where we were coming from. We get to a stop sign and there are two rectangle signs on top of each other and they both say, "HWY 17" with an arrow pointing in both directions.OKAY. So what now? Good thing my mom could guess and get us to where the other cars where. I was like- what is really going on in Pollocksville. These tax payers must be slightly dissapointed.

I also saw a long rectangular green sign that said "Voice of America" and pointed down a street. As we passed my eyes followed the direction of the sign that it was pointing....I didn't see anything (we were in a small town as well!) ... so then I got to thinking. There are so many signs that I wonder about while driving. Like- what is the "Voice of America" and who's voices is it? And why haven't I ever heard about this before if it's the VOICE OF AMERICA...I am afterall an AMERICAN. Wouldn't it be funny if a bunch of illegal immigrants were employed there? Either way- all I am saying is - said "voice of AMERICA" is false advertising....but I think one day I will make my way down that road...just to see because I am curious.

All right- I think I should go and save some fun facts for tomorrow.

RECRUITMENT STARTS WEDNESDAY- pray for me.

It's been awhile...

Everyday I think to myself that I need to blog but I don't end up having time at the end of the day or am just too exhausted. I don't think this will be as light hearted and sarcastic as usual. I have been struggling lately. Not because I am running ragged and my calendar has something just about every day...well wait- I counted- there are 4 days in September that I don't have anything to do. By anything to do I mean- I don't have to do anything after class or internship (other than homework)...I have been stressing out because of the pressure I have from my dad wanting me to go right to grad school. It's not that I don't want to. Trust me, going right to grad school seems SO much more simple then actually getting a job and taking care of myself financially. I know he has good intentions for pushing me to go right away- I just don't think it will be the best thing for me, plus I really want to do an MBA program. And those don't typically accept kids right out of college...not good ones anyways. I am pretty overwhelmed by everything.

I get so angry because when I plan things out so carefully and people agree to times and meeting times and then change it at the last minute or realize they can't do it- I realize things come up. But ya know- It's like- people just think you should work around their schedules and that they shouldn't have to compromise at all.

Today the Regional Consultant is here from National and I picked her up 15 minutes late because I got stuck behind traffic. FML. Then I locked my keys in my trunk- I had to pull down my seat and crawl into the trunk to get my keys another FML. REALLY!? Then as I was driving down the road I silently panicked and wondered where my phone was- did I leave it at the meeting place? Did I crush it in the trunk door? NO, it was in my back pocket- thank GOD!

So then she receives a phone call- I turn off the music. This is when I realized everything in the front of my car was jirating, squealing and making ridiculous amounts of noise. YES- Sally is on her way out. She might be mad that I un-bedazzled her. (I took the beads off the mirror)...They were getting to old and dirty looking. So after my 8:30AM day to my way home 10:30PM I stop at a gas station to be able to get some gas so I can be reimbursed from driving 2 and 1/2 hours that day...It asks me if I want a receipt and for the FIRST time in my life I accept- what happens...it doesn't print. I sat there and pondered staring at this machine for about 15 minutes until I took a pic of it to give to the treasurer and then I walked inside and explained the situation---he just printed me out one in like 2 seconds....REALLY?

Hopefully in 29 days I can breathe....We will see.

Until then- don't expect many posts.

He says he doesn't like the way college "feels in his mouth"

Today was the first day of my internship...and as I sat there and edited my press release a few things came to mind that I forgot to address. The other day I used ChaCha to find out where to find the new school color Bud Light Cans. Response: Arrgh! Ur temporarily out of Qs. Txt WHYME to know why or you can always (and the text goes on to tell me where else I can contact. I was like, no, I won't do that. They are just trying to give me the run around, my Mexican friend, ChaCha. I started to wonder why ChaCha rejected so I texted, "WHYME?" Response: We're not singling you out! It's just that...(and it goes on to talk about how ChaCha is growing). You really let me down ChaCha- I still don't have the answer.

This morning I was helping my supervisor hang a calendar in my little office hub (pretty freaking awesome). I realize all of the sudden that my arms aren't that nice fresh smell when I usually lift them...I forgot to wear deoderant! My supervisor informs me we will be walking across campus soon- so to get ready...I am fearing that I will be the smelly intern. Luckily, someone somewhere was looking out for me and the person we were supposed to meet couldn't come- so I stayed frozen in the office all morning. Much to my surprise- I had a jazzy little office with a nice little desk. This desk had all sorts of things, rulers, pens, pencils, a new boyfriend (card board cut out of a man in a speedo- YES!) and PAPERCLIPS! That's right, UNCW, I don't need your stinkin' paperclips anymore- I have a whole cup at the "office" and the lady that is in charge of ordering office supplies told me if I ever needed anything else to let her know- MORE PAPERCLIPS PLEASE!

I went to the bathroom at the internship. I had meant to address this earlier when I used the bathroom at UNCW in the Fisher Center. There are toilet seat covers- legit toilet seat covers (If I knew how to upload pics from my phone I could post a picture of these said toilet seat covers and said boyfriend (cardboard cut out))...By the way- any suggestions for a name? I am leaning toward something super steamy like Carlos, Billy Joe, or Dwayne (just kidding!).
So back to the toilet seat covers- the middle flap falls down into the toilet- when you flush it it just pulls the cover down into the toilet. I thougth that was pretty neat.

LUNCH TIME! I didn't pack a lunch because I wanted to see how things played out. On my walk about 2 blocks from the parking deck (where I parked on the 6th level) I spotted 17th Street Deli. I walked over there for lunch, when I walked in it was an awkward forced order- so I ordered the first thing I saw some kind of club sandwich convieniently named after places in Wilmington (cute). I see that it comes with chips, but with no direction and no one else to see (I was the first of the lunch breakers) I just kind of sat down. I awkwardly sat down in front of the little side menu so when people came in they saw me trying to eat this three inch thick sub (with no chips might I add but- I didn't need them anyways).

Interesting idea- why is it when we go eat somewhere by ourselves for the first time its such an awkward phenomena. You don't want to ask questions because maybe you should know? If you had a friend though, the chips would come up in conversation and you could both ask- or just go grab chips...I don't know. Look- I am not really upset about the chips persay- but I am upset about paying 8$ for a sandwich that I could have made myself...damn not packing lunches.

After lunch- I wrote my first press release... I had to unbutton my black slacks...which helped in my day long debate on whether I should go to the gym or not- Obviously if you have to unbutton your pants you shouldnt A) Eat sandwiches and/or B) not go to the gym....unless you buy bigger pants and we all know what kind of downward spiral that begins.

After the gym I was having a conversation with my friend and I asked him why he didn't like college. He couldn't give me a straight answer. He said, "name something you don't like to eat, you just don't want to eat." And I of course made the obvious fat joke and then suddenly remembered how I hate raw meat. He asked, "why?" and I said, "because I hate the way it feels in my mouth." And he, trying to be ridiculously sassy says, "well I hate the way college feels in my mouth." Of course- this was funny...but the moral of the story is - he was trying to catch me, make fun of me for my answer but because I am super unpredictable- his joke failed. So be unpredictable and brand yourself (sorry all the books I am reading are about branding and PR). I also realized that my college experience wouldn't be the same without my sorority... It kind of made my college years for me.


Class tomorrow- I keep thinking nothing interesting is going to happen today and then behold- I forgot my deoderant. We will see what tomorrow brings.

Everything Adds Up

I woke up Saturday morning- determined to find my TredSafe shoes. After another wasted attempt at home I convince my mom to drive me to Wilmington. (She wanted to visit with me anyways!)...It was supposed to rain, but nope- just sunny and hot- perfect pool/beach day and I am stuck in the car with shrimp (we will get to that later). We get back to apartment in Wilmington and I look in the ONE place I didn't look the day before- the back corner of my closet (big enough to be my room) and there those suckers are! My mom tells me I shouldn't leave them like that in closed areas because of salmanella...what the hell? You say I am going to get salmonella from leaving shoes in the closet (although all nastiness from crapplebees is all up in those bad boys)...so on the way back from Wilmington my mom decides she wants shrimp. After all there are fresh shrimp sellers (I don't know their formal title) on the sides of the road. My mom stops and buys 5 pounds. FIVE POUNDS of stench later...we make it back. I laid down because I was very tired after my drive (ride, really)...I go to work. I drank a Monster energy drink for the first time in a long time. I was really jittery and hyper with all of my 2 bar guests. I ended up having a pretty decent night- when someone ordered something- I just made what I thought was in it...I figured- they would never know anyway-

Later that evening- I took tables (3 table section to be exact)...which constantly kept filling up, like my bar...and I had to-go orders. AND making server drinks that actually were just sitting there texting. I even asked someone to pack my food up and they boxed it up and left it sitting on the counter...WTF? Okay- so there's this guy that works at Applebees and I think has for the last 20 years and I told him once when I went to Europe and everytime I see him he asks me if I am going to Europe. It gets pretty annoying and I have to remind myself not to snap at him...I feel bad for him, his underwear always hangs out in the back- Oh, Larry- he came to work drunk last week and got sent home because he constantly babbles to himself- except that time he smelled like the combo of liquor, cigs, and 40's he had clearly sucked down before work.

Fast forward to Sunday morning, I wake up after 100 alarms. My mom is no where to be found with the check book which contains a check for rent and my 100$ she borrowed from me. Her phone is dead. I need to leave so I can get to campus on time for recruitment practice. Finally after waiting an hour she shows up, tells me she doesn't want to post-date a check and that she will drive it down to me...OKAY, HELLO? I am now late for recruitment practice and I have no check. I playfully joked around with her because my dad was mad at her too for something. She's a sweet lady, ya know...sneaking me some monies and just being cool as shit- I can't be too mad.

I sped home to Wilmington, went straight to recruitment practice- I smelled like dirty ****************** and looked like nasty **************** and I danced my ass off when we sang the recruitment songs. (long story about those songs).

Okay- I kind of lied- I didn't go straight to recruitment practice. So on the way home I ran across a boat on the side of the road. Not just any boat you see, it was a one-armed man-i-can with little red shorts, crooked sunglasses, and a life jacket, and boat hat. I took a pic with my phone- have to figure out how to upload that!- none the less- HELLO EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA...maybe it's an inside joke. All I know is homeboy is facing the road....and chillin with one arm.

I had a personal goal today to keep the chapter meeting under and hour- 35 minutes. HELLO, overachiever!

Well, until my first day of interning....bahhhh wish me luck.

My sisters really wanted my blog account- so I decided I will post it on facebook. For comedic value.

I rushed around all day today- don't think I am ready for the week- but hopefully I will make it through tomorrow *first day of internship*....should be an interesting blog- so keep posted.

My Father's Shoes

It all begins on Wednesday night- after my 3 hour class that I had to go to just in case I decide not to drop it I came home- went to visit a friend for a minute- came back to the apartment around 12AM. I decided I was going to go to bed...about 2 hours later I get worken up from a text.

This said text message gave me a lot to think about- not about the actual message itself- but just about life and people- not to mention a few of the weighing thoughts running through my head- you know, with graduation, interning, everything right around the corner. I get nervous, anxious and even scared when I am about to start a new job or phase in my life. Well, the semester started off with a not so fabulous bang.

When I finally fell asleep Thursday morning at 7AM (too angry to blog at that point) I woke up 2 hours and 50 minutes later and 50 minutes late. I had to be at a "Meet and Greek" at 11AM. Let me tell you about this "Meet and Greek" - the rules are so strict we really cannot talk to the potential new members coming by, we awkwardly answer their questions while other sororities are "hawk-eyeing" to make sure we aren't saying anything such as "Pledge X" Which that isn't even the right terminology but for all of you Greek illiterates out there- I hope it points you in the direction I am trying to go.

Let me back up though- So I have black nice shorts (those are the only shorts I have) because I have large thighs and I don't like to show them off particularly. The only letter shirt that was clean and that I could find was a black one. So the shorts were out. I threw on jeans, rushed out the door and went on campus where everyone and their mom (literally) were parked. I have magenta- Sally (my car) upgraded this year- magenta covers oh, about 85% of campus. I drive around to 3 LOTS that are all full- people are actually parked on the curb. So then foolishly hoping there is room on the lot across campus (Hello, Junior year walking a mile to class) I realize - there in fact are not any spots available- anywhere on campus. So Sally cuddles up to the first available curb and off I run to Meet and Greek.

This is the scene- It has just poured- It has that overly sunny- beating down- humidity- heat index of 150 degrees and Meet and Greet is convieniently outside. There is just enough wind to keep knocking over the philanthropy board on our table and everything else but not enough to actually be cooled down and feel good. I am developing a sweat-stache at this point (sweat mustache). Sweat is rolling down my back in beads (I can feel it). IT doesn't help that I sweat profusely on the reg. anyways- but now I am literally losing all of my water weight. My hair is down, black shirt, jeans, bangs stuck to my forehead and just gasping for air. When I go to leave I decide I have just enough time to move my car closer to my class- so I do- I get that cooled sweat feeling when I finally sit in the icy class room only to find out that WWAY is doing a segment on UNCW and has to video our class for a little. So me- sweating- dried sweat- sweaty hair- letters and looking quite sickly gets on the news. Could it get any better?

Yes- as a matter of fact it can!

I go out that night- it's all right.
Skip to Friday- I am a waste of life today with my headache. I start to pack to go home- I look everywhere for my work shoes (which usually means they are in Jacksonville) I call my mom- she thinks she saw them in the house but not sure. By the way- I texted 10 people asking for their shift at 9:30 AM this morning- no one answered. I was pretty much convinced I wanted to drive back to Wilmy, cry, drink beer, and be angry. Oh but on the way home- I am listening to music- singing- chillin' I hear this LOUD pop. I suddenly check all of my mirrors making sure I didn't hit something (I don't know?) and all of the sudden I look forward- the huge truck maybe like 12 wheels on it? One tire had blown on the inside. The tire literally ripped off and was now flailing toward my POS Pontiac Sunfire. Luckily I was able to swerve into the other lane- I think I peed myself a little bit.

Instead of driving home- my father saves the day with his black shoes and one inch thick socks. 2 and a half inches of room between my toe and the end of the shoe. The socks- of course- keep me pretty toasty- desperate for money I go with it. I didn't think, "self, these shoes are not slip resistent" - first thing I do- slide across the floor in the kitchen. Let me just explain that on the floor although it may "seem" decently clean in the beginning of the day there is and invincible layer of oily funk that rests on top of the floor- if you aren't in anti-slip shoes you take a huge risk of *killing yourself*. I walk around all night super cautious and slow (thankfully we weren't busy).

Customer of the day: In his Eastern North Carolina accent, "Can you change that there channel to Nascar. Ain't no body watching this tv but us."
"Yes, I'll get my manager to do that for you."
My manager approaches the table, changes the station and asks, "so who do you like to watch race?"
Customer of the day: "No body I reckon, I just like to watch dem cars go round and round."

I didn't charge them for their sweet tea. I figured- it'd be better that way.

Pretty much it's a terrible evening at work- I go to leave and we aren't allowed to walk out the side door anymore which is convieniently right next to my car. So I walk out the front door, around the building, catch two tweens making out and as I am passing by the dumpsters- with a strange funk spewing out on the ground I slip, fall, bust my arm, scratch it up, bruises galore. I look up- and there is a car full of people just looking at me waiting in the "to-go" parking.

I get in my car, get on 17 and realize I still have that damn watch they make us wear so we can be paged like slaves. I turned around- dropped the watch off. Came home and drank a beer.

I did a few good things today- I helped one of the closers fill sugar bags even though I didn't have to and it was her fault she didnt check for it. There are others but at this point I am so exhausted, I have to drive to Wilmington tomorrow because there is no way I can work in those shoes again.

Bartending tomorrow- Scared. But it will be okay.

Until then...FML.

First Day of Classes

Today is the first day of senior year... I woke up at 845AM and decided I wanted to make the 9AM class at the gym- that set the day off right. I then drove downtown to my internship to have my supervisor fill out a few forms- just to finalize everything. I then came back to my apartment- I ate a really healthy salad and then went on to campus to drop the papers off, talk to some professors, went to the CAIC office to re-register the sorority- that took 30 minutes! Ran into some friends at the library- talked- printed stuff- got back in my car- made it home- folded laundry- and did odd things around the apartment.

So here's the thing- I have noticed that I have been doing a lot nicer things for people and being more patient. For instance, more than once today I actually waited and held the door open for someone. In the CAIC office the girl before me computer died and she couldn't get on and register her organization. I could have just jumped on the computer because I was sitting right next to it but instead I let her go in front of me. I even found a nickel on the sidewalk yesterday- the day before that- a penny. So all in all I am 6 cents richer, nicer, and happier.

I made dinner for my room mate and friend last night- which was very tasty. I even bought wine, garlic bread, and all the stuff for the dinner.

I have had this wierd obsessions with wanting to paperclip everything together- possibly because I am trying to get more organized. Last semester I discovered at the print station (while trying to staple) there is a little holder that houses paperclips- these other wierd clip things- pencils and something else- so today I nonchalantly grabbed a handful of paperclips. Is it stealing? I mean if I noticed it last year- you figure they owe me for all of the other paperclips that I hadn't taken the 2 and a half years prior- so pretty much it is legit- right?

I noticed that I am being more positive lately because honestly- through my experiences from the sorority I have realized that things WILL work themselves out! You know, it's not all life and death out there! Things tend to work out for the best- even if at the time they don't seem like it. For instance- last year when we had this whole "Who's going to live in the suite?" incident- and the pressure was on- I freaked out- but hey- now we just pay for the rooms- no big deal- it's equally distributed- whatever- and Sally (my car) upgrades to Magenta parking (pretty much everywhere on campus)...so hey- it cost me an extra 100$ or so but in the grand scheme of life- I am happy and I will excel this year because I am in a good living environment (also 15 minutes from main campus and 10 from my internship) so there ya have it- it all works out.

My first class on the first day of school begins at 6:30PM...I may be dropping it later- who knows but for now- I am going to get ready for class and run a few more errands before class.

Happy First Day of Classes!

So Shines A Good Deed in A Weary World

Yesterday after we helped move-in (good deed number one) I went back to the apartment, packed up and headed home. I was exhausted and as soon as I got home to Jacksonville I cracked open a beer and hung out with the family. Later on that evening I invited one my good friends from high school over and we went in the pool and hot tub. As I was getting out of the hot tub in my bikini (which I am slightly over weight) I trip on the stairs (because it is slippery- not because I had been drinking). I fell on my butt, hurt my arm, all in front of my entire family- family friends- and my friend (which happens to be a boy- so here I thought- great, I fell down stairs, jiggled the whole way and am now sitting here in my bikini- injured) My arm was hurt in this whole process by the way. When my friend(who is literally just a friend) and I decided we were tired and wanted to lay down we went inside and I pulled out the couch bed. I let him sleep on it (Good deed number 2)(Earlier I had been beer bitch for all my mom's friends and her-good deed number 3). I couldn't get comfortable- while I was watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory so I went and layed on the pull out couch to watch this movie. I passed out on the couch watching WIlly Wanka, and woke up at 8AM and did the dishes for my mother and cleaned up outside(good deed for today!)

I realized why I may or may not be so f-ed up. Did anyone else see these movies when they were children- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz or better yet Fantasia? Fantasia must have been one of my favorite movies when I was a kid but watching it now makes me realize that I was soberly living out some kind drug induced trip. Even the movie that EVERYONE bought me for years and years on end for every christmas and birthday (the movie "Heidi") was exceptionally scary. I actually don't remember it very well because I am too afraid to watch it again- come on the original one with Shirley Temple- this is the first line of the plot at a website summarizing it "When little Heidi is stolen by her cruel aunt (who sells her) her grouchy grandfather searches for her." < Really? This movie is supposed to bring joy to me on my birthday and Christmas...I mean it has a good ending and theme all together but it's really scary and when you are that young- you really aren't that "deep". So then we have the Wizard of Oz- what are those monkey monster looking things that come with the Wicked Witch of the West? Those little shits are scary. I mean if I was Dorothy I would have said "F-this, sorry you don't have a heart or a brain, not so much my problem" Not trying to get eaten by the little goblin-monkey witch friends.

So notice- Heidi produced in 1937, Wizard of Oz 1939 but then 1971 for Willy to come out and scare children shitless all across the world.

I'm just sayin' there's something up with these movies...Classics- yet they leave scars on children for the rest of their lives (I know this.)

Anyways- first meeting tonight - Please go well ...

Willy Wonka's on Drugs

Willy Wonka Quotes- probably scariest movie in my childhood (except The Wizard of Oz tops it)
Yellow= creepy quotes
Green= Maybe Wonka was on to something

Willy Wonka: [I]f you have any problems, dial information, thank you for calling.
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Mr. Turkentine: I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday, on what we learned during the week, will now take place on Monday, before we've learned it. But, since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.
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The Tinker: Up the airy mountain,

Down the rushing glen,

We dare not go a hunting,

For fear of little men.

You see, nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out.
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Charlie Bucket: [W]hat was that we just went through?
Willy Wonka: Hsaw Aknow.
Mrs. Teevee: Is that Japanese?
Willy Wonka: No, that's Wonka Wash spelled backwards.
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Willy Wonka: [D]on't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
Charlie Bucket: What happened?
Willy Wonka: He lived happily ever after.
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Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka, some kind of fun house?
Willy Wonka: Why, having fun?
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Willy Wonka: Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities, and some of my realities become dreams. And, almost everything you'll see is eatable, edible, I mean, you can eat almost everything.
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Willy Wonka: We have so much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it.
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Computer Operator: [T]his machine will tell us the precise location of the three remaining tickets. It says, "I won't tell, that would be cheating." I am now telling the computer that if it will tell me the correct answer, I will gladly share with it the grand prize. He says, "What would a computer do with a lifetime supply of chocolate?" I am now telling the computer exactly what he can do with a lifetime supply of chocolate!
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Willy Wonka: Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
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Willy Wonka: I'm a trifle deaf in this ear. Speak a little louder next time.

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Newscaster: We must remember there are many more important things, many more important things . . . off hand, I can't think of what they are, but I'm sure there must be something.
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Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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Willy Wonka: A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.
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Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
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Willy Wonka: [Y]ou should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
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Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible . . . I hope it'll last.
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Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
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Willy Wonka: Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink . . . yet.
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Sam Beauregarde: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself--they're strictly for suckers.
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Mr. Salt: Butterscotch, buttergin? Got something going on inside of here?
Willy Wonka: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. < Childhood movie here----wtf?
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Willy Wonka: No, no, don't speak--for some moments in life there are no words.
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Willy Wonka: I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing.
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Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.
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Willy Wonka: It happens every time, they all become blueberries!
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Willy Wonka: Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous! < yet the girl that turns into a blueberry must be juiced so she doesn't explode and Charlie and his grandpa almost get chopped up in little pieces?
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Willy Wonka: Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing,

So the danger must be growing.

Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes, the danger must be growing,

For the rowers keep on rowing,

And they're certainly not showing,

Any signs that they are slowing!
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^Clearly Willy was tripping something- this is from the scary tunnel scene.

Mrs. Gloop: He can't swim!
Willy Wonka: There's no better time to learn.
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Sam Beauregarde: Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!
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Mrs. Gloop: Don't just stand there! Do something!
Willy Wonka: Help. Police. Murder. < Okay, this is especially creepy
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Willy Wonka: All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
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Willy Wonka: Don't you know what this is?!
Violet Beauregarde: By gum it's gum!

Mazol Tav

Today has been toooooo long and it is only 7:50! Last night I went to Jacksonville, ate dinner with the fam, and had a real conversation with my Aunt. I realized a lot about my life, my family, and the way that I perceive things that happen to me. BUT- the funny part about last night is when I slept on the couch- Phoebe slept right nex t to me on the couch (yes, we shared the couch) and we were intertwined. She would kick me or I'd move- we'd both wake up and look at each other and be like "what, dude?" So- I woke up drove back to Wilmington- decided I didn't like my brown outfit, changed and went to CFCC. I was freaking out because I really thought I was going to be late- I was JUST on time though! I had my interview which I think went well- because the ball is in my court to decide what I want to do or not. So, I went to the all sorority meeting and while I was walking into Fisher- I saw that a guy was struggling with a big box through the door way- so I went over and helped him move his things through the door. (good deed-yes)

Meeting, dinner, 3 beers later- I am about to pass out.

Well- life is good. Until tomorrow when I help move in- Mazol Tav.

Why so cereal?

Yesterday was a good day. Just the usually sorority all day practice. I was going to come home for lunch and just hang out and not spend any money but as we were breaking for lunch someone announced they were having their bday lunch at Two Guys Grille- I felt obligated (and tempted by the sweet potato fries)...so I went, we sat outside. Okay- my shirt was drenched in sweat, I had my jeans rolled up as high as they would go, I had combed my bangs with my fingers so they laid on top of my head and I was gasping desperately for air... bad decision number one of the day.

When we came back from lunch we had to learn dances for our skit (they were altered from the previous year). We literally did the same dance moves over and over. People started getting rowdy and upset when they didn't like things and kept referring to the way things were done "last year." Luckily I wasn't in charge of this- I was just an observing (dancing observer, if you will) and so I watched how upset everyone was getting. I think it took about 2 hours to decide on a small detail. It was also "hump day" -Wednesday- not everyone's brightest day. Well, we made it through that. I came home with a headache and stomach ache (damn sweet potato fries- why do you torture me so?) I laid down- then decided I needed to stop being a fat-ass and go to the gym (I had gotten an email when I got home from the gym owner at Crossfit Coastal (the gym I attend)) So I went to the gym- felt 100000x better, and then went to Hunter's birthday dinner at Little Dipper- where 2 beers, and one 8 dollar martini made me slightly intoxicated. $32.00 later, I realize that again this month when my credit card comes I will have to say, "Before you open this, just remember, you had a GREAT time!"

Today was fairly uneventful. Recruitment practice ended early and I am now going home to visit with my aunt who I haven't seen in 2 and a half years. I'll be back in Wilmington tomorrow morning to have my interview with an internship at CFCC Foundation office.

So- Big girl week doesn't end until Sunday. Will I make it out alive?

My nice thing for yesterday was that I helped pay for Hunter's birthday dinner, I cheered on people at the gym (that sounds wierd but it's totally normal at Xfit)- it's actually something I find reallly awkward and hard to do (that's another story)- and the day before I washed some dirty dishes that weren't mine- just to be nice.
Today my good thing really has yet to come- I was more friendly and smiley at recruitment practice. OH- I offered one of my crackers and gave one to a girl in my sorority- I didn't have to offer- so that counts right?

In light of being more positive, I realize I have to outlet my negative energy somewhere, I think I will start with a "gripe of the day" blog and if I have one- then I will post it.


think positive.