In a rush.

I'm currently going through the rush process.

Before you pin me as a typical sorority girl, let me clarify that I am rushing the co-ed band fraternity- Kappa Kappa Psi. I want to be a part of an organization, and I want to be able to sport letters, but I wasn't about to plan my "snappy casual" outfits and go flaunt myself in front of girls I don't even like, hoping they'll ask me back.

KKP is different. Our rush events include such things as addressing envelopes to band directors (I made sure I got to address the one going to Osbourn), eating ice cream, and decorating Valentines for the nursing home. As a member of KKP, duties include helping to set up band camp, making sandwiches for football games, and just in general being excited to be a member of the CMB.

Bid day, when they decide if they want to offer you membership, is in a week or so, and I really hope I make it. Even if it is weird that I would be a part of the "brotherhood". No sisters for me. Everyone would be my brother.

I have my fingers crossed. :)

On an unrelated note, some suitemates and I just watched The Lovely Bones online illegally. I know it's not considered a scary movie, but it just reinforced the fact that I can never ever watch a movie with any aspect of fear. I was hyperventilating and screaming and it was just unpleasant for those around me. Haha. They love me though. But the movie was AMAZING. I love the book, and the movie did it complete justice. They added things that made it better, and they followed it perfectly. It was the most beautiful movie I have ever seen, and they did the tension aspect wonderfully. I definitely recommend it.

I love omegle.

You: Tell me some of your interests!

Stranger: TALKING TO STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET INTERESTS ME GREATLY

You: WHOAH NO WAY. ME TOO.

Stranger: ITS QUITE AWESOME

You: What do you enjoy about it in particular?

Stranger: THE STRANGE ASPECT

You: I enjoy the aspect of pretending to be a wizard.

Stranger: I ALSO ENJOY THIS. i cast a level 63 conjuring spell on you

You: What are you conjuring, exactly?

Stranger: many, many televisions. they will fall on you

You: Well I just cast a shield charm.

Stranger: i dont know how to beat that. you win

People are mean to me. :(

You: TELL ME SOME OF YOUR INTERESTS.

Stranger: i like sex chat

You: I like fictional stories about boy wizards!

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 

You: TELL ME SOME OF YOUR INTERESTS.

Stranger: drugs

You: I like unicorns, myself.

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 

At least it's not the Jonas Brothers.

I have a confession...

I've been listening to Hilary Duff this week. A lot. Is not that most embarrassing music you could possibly have on an iPod?

I found my old CD that someone gave me for Christmas one year. I hated it at the time. As an awkward pre-teen, I was very much on the side of Avril Lavigne (again, embarrassing).

So, what the hey, I uploaded it on my iPod. I never expected this to happen. I have a problem.

My reasoning is that this week I've been scared to listen to my iPod on shuffle while I walk to class. What if a sad song comes on? Worse yet, what if one of our songs comes on? Keeping Hilary on ensures that I will have bubbly pop and stupid lyrics to keep me entertained and successfully deliver the message of girl power.

"If it's over, let it go and
Come tomorrow it will seem
So yesterday, so yesterday
I'm just a bird that's already flown away.

Laugh it off let it go and
When you wake up it will seem
So yesterday, so yesterday
Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay."

What's one of your guilty pleasures? Besides the obvious. Playing WOW and breeding virtual horses... You can't even judge me for listening to Hilary Duff. :)

Mix of information

I'm doing better. Yesterday I even wore makeup and a dress! Progress!

Seriously, things are looking up. :) Though we're pretty bad at being broken up, considering we talk all the time. I just consider it as weening off the relationship. Is that a mistake that will possibly be more painful in the future? Probably.

It made it very official when I had to put on my claddaugh in the opposite way than I had worn it all year. Now I have the awkward urge to sing, "Single Ladies". As my friend Kyla put it, "EMILY, NOW YOU CAN BE A HO IF YOU WANTED TO".

Indeed.

Now for topics that aren't icky boys!

I went to my first ENWR yesterday (mandatory writing class for 1st years) entitled Utopias and Dystopias. I think you'll appreciate the fact that we watched... WALL-E. We analyzed it for it's aspects of consumerism and environmentalism and such, and it was really interesting. My group was concentrating on WALL-E as a product and if the movie was helping it's cause more than hurting it- and we agreed that yes, although the movie has a nice message, it was simply made out of the demand from the environmental movement, and in the long run, Pixar is only a large cooperation seeking income and producing junk (like toys and advertisements for the movie). I think I'll really like that class. :)

Today I have my first calc quiz. Blah.

Last time I hung out with Randall I dropped my phone onto a nice soft blanket on a nice soft rug, and it broke. Gradually the right hinge has been coming off, until recently my phone started just dangling on one side. Oops. So last week I called and filed an insurance claim. How grown up of me. Yesterday my new EnV 2 got delivered and I spent hours transferring all my contacts by hand. But it was worth it, because now I have a crisp and snappy new phone. Happy days.

I have ordered all my textbooks, but not have arrived. Hate.

Today I am going to go downtown with my suitemates to eat cheap dumpings (which are delicious) and go see our other suitemate, Deandra's, play! Today will be good. :)

New beginnings. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

As facebook told you, Christian and I are no longer together. It's a decision I've been struggling with from the very beginning of our relationship, and I guess it reached it's boiling point.

It's always been hard being long distance. When you need the person most, you have to settle for a phone call. Being away harbors all sorts of negative thoughts and outlooks, but then, when you're together again, all of those thoughts vanish and you're unexceptionably happy. It's a viscious cycle, and I'm surprised we've lasted and stayed as strong as we have. Most people give up around Thanksgiving (unofficially called the "Turkey dump" because you go home and realize what's holding you back), but we made it further.

It was a surprise that it happened yesterday. Nothing I could have predicted when I woke up in the morning. I had been off, and I hadn't been being a good girlfriend. My thoughts were elsewhere: negative, like usual. I had come to the conclusion that we would need to break up, because, as my roommate stated, "There are only two ends to a relationship: you break up, or you get married", which put a realistic spin on my situation. If I knew it wouldn't last, why was I wasting my time with a long distance relationship during my first year of college? It would only get more messy and more painful, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to end our relationship on amicable terms. Plus, breaking up with someone during their midterms would be a bitch move.

But it happened. He called me, demanding me tell him what was up, and I eventually told him. I'd say it was mutual, but it never would have happened if I hadn't brought it up. Though I suppose it's good, because he admitted he'd had some similar realizations. So after two confusing and emotional hours of our situation and options, we decided it would be best to break up. It wasn't painful and we ended our phone conversation laughing, promising that we would still talk regularly because, quite honestly, we're the only people who really know one another fully. We've been best friends, and neither of us are ready to give that up- hence our matching statuses. We didn't want mass comments asking what was wrong.

It's been hard. More hard than I ever thought it would be, but I think it's for the better. I hope it's for the better. I still can't comprehend it fully, and I can't think about it in public for risk of falling apart again.

Like, for instance, tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our first date alone together. He came over to my house after school the day it snowed and they wouldn't let us drive home. Ms. Roof drove us, and we sat on the couch awkwardly through a movie. Not to mention Valentines Day is right around the corner- our official one-year anniversary. I wanted so badly to make it to one year. I had every confidence that we would, and now I'll spend the day miserable instead...

But now I'm just moping. It's hard, but it'll all be okay. Our relationship was good and good and good and it means more to me than anything in the world. I'm so glad I could experience something as wonderful as him. Everything happens for a reason.

At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

It's done...

Sometimes decisions are very difficult.

Band banquet and grilled cheese.

I just got back from selling grilled cheese, very illegally, to drunk people on the Corner for $3 each. Before you judge me and me new life of crime, it was a fundraiser for my spring break trip. It was tons of fun, minus the fact it was freezing, and the only boy left so we had no idea how to change the charcoal on the grill and almost burnt down UVA and got told we would get, "a shit ton fine if a cop came by". Fun times. Though in our defense people sell grilled cheese all the time and a cop DID walk by, but he only waved. I'm glad I went, and I'm glad I agreed to go on the trip. I really like the people in my group, even if I am the baby as the only first year. I cannot wait.

Last night was band banquet, which was fun. Imagine our band banquet, but a million times fancier, and a million times longer. It was in a hotel ballroom and the dress was prom gowns and tuxes. We ate a delicious, and also fancy dinner, and sat through award after award after award. Every single person got something, so we sat through listing everyones names (like graduation). First years got a UVA letter, so I can now say I lettered... in college? What's the point of that? 2nd years got a mug, 3rd years a blanket, and 4th years a framed portrait of the band. Cute.

Not only did every person get something, but the 4th years each got a speech about them by the director. All 50 4th years got a speech. So long. So so so long.

But it was a lot of fun, and I can clearly picture myself in 3 years sitting at the table crying my eyes out as I watch the emotional slideshows. "You'll be a wahoo forever, hooray." :)

So there is an update into my life.

Oh, and relationships suck. Hard. More on that later. Maybe.

2nd semester begins!

I like school. School is cool. School rules, but only when it's not calculus...

I had to do a lot of switching around in my schedule, but today I shall write about the classes that I am officially in as of now!

PHIL 1740- Issues of Life and Death: This class seems like it'll be really thought-provoking and amazing. On the first day of lecture, the professor used examples of controversial death topics that we'd be looking into, such as a baby born without a brain that could still breath. Should doctors take it's body organs if it is still, in a technical sense, alive? And siamese twins, that will both certainly die if they remain together. Should doctors seperate the twins, so one will live, but the other will die? I'm excited. :)

MATH 1210- Applied Calculus 1: This is the easiest math UVA offers. Just what I need. But I think it's still going to kick my butt. Bahaha. We're doing pre-calc review right now, and IT'S kicking my butt. I hate math. Grumble grumble.

ENWR 1510- Utopias and Dystopias: I can't tell you anything about this course, because I haven't attended it. I switched into it from my previous writing class, "Modern Love and Union", which was boring. I only know that we're reading Brave New World and 1984. And the class meets at 8 AM. Ugh.

EVSC 2050- Oceanography: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CLASS. The teacher is amazing and so skilled in his area and just a genius. His introduction presentation was amazing and had me sitting on the edge of my seat for the entire class. I cannot wait to start getting into topics. Ahhhh. AND, the professor mentioned this other class he helped with regarding environmental science, and I got so jazzed, that I immediately flipped my entire schedule so I could enroll...

EVSC 4502- Undergrad Seminar in Environmental Science: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CLASS. TOO. Each week there's a different topic and a different speaker or film we watch. Plus the student work is light. I'm pumped. :)

And of course, I'm in Wind Ensemble. We are playing RIDICULOUSLY HARD music, and I will fail. That is all.

Home.

I'm back at UVA. I'm home. Goodness I love this place.

Yesterday my mom cooked a delicious Southern breakfast and Christian came over. But instead of sad goodbyes I made him carry my stuff to the car. I have priorities. Then I got to Courtenay around 3.

Unpacking was pretty horrible. Not as bad as move in day, but on move in day I didn't have my roommates suitcases and clothes coating the entire floor. Haha. But even that was a welcome sign. I walked in, saw it, and thought to myself, "Oh that roommate." I brought some board games and such, so the first thing my suite mates want to do after I unpack- A PUZZLE. WE ARE LOSERS.

And somehow my entire suite coordinated via text message to get tickets for the basketball game that night, so at 6 we all wore matching orange t-shirts (except Elizabeth, who didn't like hers) and went to the stadium. It was SO MUCH FUN. I had just assumed I hated basketball from previous experience, but Osbourn basketball is not the same as UVA basketball. It was thrilling. Better yet, we won! And in the last 2 seconds on top of everything! Wonderful time.

Then we told stories in a Chinese restaurant, got take out, and went back to Courtenay, where we ate and told more stories. Obviously, after dinner it was time for a board game, so we played the most competitive and nasty game of Life that I have ever experienced. People were trading babies and handing bribes all over the place (I probably shouldn't mention that I was the one taking babies and handing out money). I got the good salary, but not the highest salary, so no one would try to take mine and I was just rich throughout the game. Sadly I kept handing out 100,000 donations, so I lost, BUT everyone said I won in the long run, because I was a nice person and I got to go to heaven.

LOVEZ MY SUITE.

Packing.

Today's the day where I try to pack the last month away. I don't even know where to begin.

Remind me next year that I do not need to bring my entire wardrobe home, seeing as I'll spend all of my time at home in sweatpants anyways.

Not to mention the fact that I acquired two pairs of boots this season, along with my rain boots. Is there an item that is more suitcase unfriendly?

Wish me luck. Back to the most wonderful place on earth tomorrow. :)

But... I still have to figure out textbooks. Eff.

Emily writes a serious post? No way.

My new years resolution was to be more positive, so here I go.

Confidence. It's a word that I've struggled with for awhile, but yet not a foreign concept. I felt confident on the drum major podium, leading a 1st place band. I felt confident standing on a stage at an irish dance competition. More specifically, I'm going to write about body image. It's something I've been wanting to write down for awhile, but never have. Maybe now is the opportunity. Let's see how this goes.

It may be very typical teenage girl of me, but for as long as I can remember, I've been absolutely nuts about my weight. Pretty much everyone knows that about me. What may be less typical is the fact that the first time I remember hating myself was when I was only 9. Coincidentally, that's also the age I started ballet. Again, how typical- the dancer who wants to be thin. I guess I'm just a walking stereotype. Haha. But outside of the dance studio, out of the leotards and tights, that mindset continued and became a way of life. In 6th grade I was the girl who refused to wear shorts to school, convinced that the other kids would laugh at her. In 7th grade I had come to the conclusion that no one would ever like me. In 8th grade my only wish was that I would have enough willpower to just stop eating altogether.

I may make it sound overly dramatic, but it sort of was. I hate that I felt that way, and I hate everything that made me that way. I was crazy. I was Amber Keeler level crazy. I may make fun of her theatrical tendencies, and I may mock her plees for attention, but I would never ever laugh at her problems with eating disorders. It's a mindset that overwhelms you, and no matter what the scale says, it all depends on how you see yourself in the mirror.

I would never consider myself as anorexic. I was never diagnosed and I've probably never gone more than 24 hours without eating, but it wasn't for a lack of trying. I cut out eating lunch in 9th grade, opting to tell people that I always just ate a big breakfast, but that was a lie too. I never ate breakfast. I counted calories like mad, and I wrote down everything I ate in a journal. Never anorexic, but always on the verge (Bulimia would never work either because for one, it's gross, and also my gag reflex is almost nonexistent).

That was probably the worst year of it. I don't have any distinct memories surrounding 10th and 11th grade. Mostly I just sucked up my low self esteem and went on with my life, considering myself more quirky about it than anything else. I ran 2 miles on the treadmill in the morning, and 2 miles in the evening, finding a different angle to approach weight lose. I thought it was more healthy. I didn't really think of myself as abnormal until I realized that I couldn't tell people my habits. Yeah, I weigh myself 3 times a day. Isn't that normal? No, not quite. Obsession is never healthy.

During my senior year I made a New Years resolution NOT to make a resolution about losing weight. I wanted to stop hating myself. And somehow or another, that's when the number on the scale began to lessen. Maybe part of it was that I now had a boy to tell me I was beautiful whenever I was feeling down. That probably helped more than I'd like to admit. Goodness, I'm vain. Haha.

And now, I'm more okay than ever. Time for the positivity! :D

I lost about 15 pounds and feel comfortable to tell people my weight for the first time. UVA band camp made me accustomed to wearing tank tops and shorts, and I let go of my petrifying fear of the freshmen 15. I work out twice a week, and stop long before I reach the points of nausea. I can look at myself and smile.

When my RA asked my entire suite to be a part of a body image panel, I was ecstatic. Two days for two hours I would sit in a circle with girls I felt comfortable with and we'd discuss why women are forced to feel the way they do. We had the cliched assignment to look in a mirror and write down physical things we like about ourselves, which was quite refreshing.

So now, Sarah Clements, I want you to write 5 things you like about yourself and post it in a blog. :) I'll go first!

1. I have fantastic skin. I don't appreciate it as much as I should because I've never had a problem with it. In my life I've probably only had 2 or 3 pimples. Acne? What a foreign concept. Sure, I'll never be able to tan, but that's alright with me. Skin cancer sucks anyways

2. My hair. I've always complained about it, and I'm always trying to change it, and my roommate may tell me I don't have a soul because of it, but I'm really lucky. I am proud to be a redhead. :)

3. I am a curvaceous white girl. I have come to consider it a gift rather than a curse. Channeling Beyonce.

4. It may sound weird, but I adore my hands. They're perfectly feminine, in my opinion. They're sort of quintessential ballet hands.

5. I HAVE MAN CALVES AND I AM PROUD.

End serious post. Your regularly scheduled program will return tomorrow. :)

Sleep.

Okay, I seriously need to get back to school and get onto a normal schedule. For one, at school I stay up late because I follow the bandwagon, and usually my suite is hoppin' (with the exception of Bailey, who goes to bed at 10). Then I have to wake up early (ish. It will never compare to 5:30 every day for 5 years), which is good for me, being a morning person and all.

At home, though, I go to sleep whenever Christian does, because he's my main form of entertainment (dirty!), so around 11. Then I'll wake up around 8, realize that there's nothing to do and I may as well waste more time, and go back to sleep until 10, which leaves me feeling miserable.

I know, easy fix, right? But that's not the point. It's the principle of the matter!

Also, when I get more sleep, I have some pretty ridiculous dreams. This blog will be devoted to listing some of said dreams.

1. The most notable of these dreams had to be my fantasy about Taylor Swift. I mean, I like listening to Taylor Swift and she happens to be my guilty pleasure, but this was a step too far (like the song in Aida! Har har ). I dreamt that she was my best friend, and for some reason, since we were best friends we had to shower together. And randomly like 5 other people were over. So we all get into my tiny shower and… bathe… while belting, “You Belong With Me” to one another.

2. I have this reoccurring dream where I go to a summer camp on a boat, but it’s like Titanic themed or something. Basically, at the end of camp, the boat sinks and we all have to find a way to safety or we die. The crew tries to keep this a secret, but I know, because I’ve been to the camp every year (why, I have no idea). The whole dream was me trying to survive with my friend. A funny excerpt was when I found Kelsey Moran looking off the balcony. She was being dramatic and was all, “We’re going to die, aren’t we Emily?” It seemed oddly Kelsey to me.

3. Last night I had a dream where I was a spy. My secret headquarters was my bed, so my other two spy partners were in there with me. I was wearing a purple sweater, not that it matters. Anyways, so an evil guy breaks into my fortress and tries to steal my… glitter glue pens. An epic battle ensues in which we grapple over the blue pen, and in the process he squirts it all over me. For some reason, this was devastating.

4. This is probably my most frightening dream, although when I retell it, it just makes me sound like a pansy. It is also reoccurring (I think. At least I remember the premise of it, though I may have dreamt it all in one night). Anyways, so the dream typically is set at nighttime (as with any nightmare), and walking around outside. Last night, I was sitting in my backyard with me family, and I see something moving on the side of the hill, so I’m all, “Mom, what the hell is that?”, and she assures me nothing is there. I’m still uneasy, and then this thing hurls itself at me and starts attacking. This thing is the bit that’s reoccurring. In all my dreams I’m unprepared and it comes at me and surprises me and I wake up shaking and terrified (last night, right after I had it, I got a text from Christian saying he couldn’t sleep, so I called him and made him talk to me. That’s what boyfriends are for). Anyways, the bit that makes me sound like a pansy is that this creature is either a vicious black cat or a vicious black Chihuahua. I don’t know, because in my dreams I never ever see its face, which seems like a critical point. I’m pretty sure it’s a demon something or other. I don’t want to have it again. :(

And those are all the dreams I can remember at this point in time. I have like 4 a night and they’re all equally as weird.

Subconsciously racist?

https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/

I'm posting it too, Sarah. Not that anyone reads else reads my blog. Har har.

This quiz told me I was moderately racist, which was a surprise to me. It does it all by weird subconscious sorting. Apparently I prefer light skin to dark skin? I guess it's not that big of a surprise, growing up in what's basically the ghetto of nova. I don't know how reliable the test it, but I guess I wouldn't disagree with it. My boyfriend may be half black, but I still think he's rather light skinned. Honestly it was sort of a surprise that I was attracted to him in the first place, if that makes sense. Before I was restricted to only pretty white boys. Now I'm just digging myself into a hole.

But the quiz also told me I had a moderate preference for straight people over gay people, which I can't believe is true. David's one of my very best friends, he's gay, and I absolutely love being with him.

And I moderately think females should stay in the kitchen and make sandwiches. I thought I was doing good on that one too. Lame. My roommate won't like that. Bahaha.

I think I'm just really bad with the sorting. I freak out and get confused.

WOO.

I GO BACK TO SCHOOL SOON. I GO BACK TO SCHOOL SOON.

Sarah- go see King Stag tomorrow! :D

So. School. I'm pretty much really really pumped (except on the textbook front. rwar. Can I just go to school and live there and not take classes?). I've spent my day washing sheets and blankets and trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to pack all of my junk. Seriously. You accumulate so much being home.

I thought you'd appreciate the fact that I FINALLY cut the giant squid figurine out of it's packaging with the intent to take it to school. I NEED a giant squid decorating my room somewhere. Maybe it can be my good luck charm. Personally, I enjoy the movable ACTION FIGHTING PALPUS.

But seriously. Best gift ever. Kudos to you Sarah Clements.

Today I also found my sophomore year winter guard costume. I'm pretty sure I was supposed to turn it in at the end of the season, but never did. Oh well. No one will miss it now. I have also decided that it needs to come to school with me. For one, it has this fantastically awkward turtleneck leotard complete with crotch snaps (yum yum), for two, if you take out the fantastically awkward turtleneck leotard you are left with a sexy belly dancing outfit. I figure it'll come more handy at UVA than sitting around in my room. If I ever need to dress like a slut (as sluttly as I'm capable of. Really. It's not a lot), I'm covered.

Man. I'm going off on all sorts of random tangents today.

Is it just me or is everyone getting a blog? I think we're trendsetters. Too bad everyone elses blog has real opinions about things of actual importance.

Oh well.

SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL. I can't wait to go back. :)

YOU GRADUATE SOON, MY LITTLE PORPOISE (lolwut?). I WILL BE IN ATTENDANCE. I MIGHT CRY MORE THAN I DID AT MY OWN GRADUATION (which was none). I HOPE THE SPEECHES ARE BETTER THAN THEY WERE FOR ME. Graduation at Jiffy Lube Live. Lawlz. I feel for you.

I'm done pointlessly rampaging on my blog. I should go do something of actual importance. Who am I kidding though, I'm on break, nothing is important. Though I did buy An Inconvenient Truth by Al Gore at McKays. I've been geeking out over that. I love Al Gore.

I'll end this on the note of gerophilia.

<3

TEXTBOOK RAGE

RWAR RWAR RWAR.

I HATE TRYING TO BUY TEXTBOOKS.

NO, I DO NOT WANT TO SPEND $200 ON A CALCULUS BOOK.

NOT TO MENTION THE TEACHERS WHO DO NOT EVEN HAVE TEXTBOOKS LISTED YET.

Angry.

Planning.

I'm desperately trying to figure out what I want to major in and how to go about doing this. At this moment I'm thinking about environmental science with a double major in environmental thought and practice. Environmental science is, obviously, science and math heavy, while thought and practice is more... thoughtful? I don't know. It's more like the policy class I took, and that I loved. After 4 years I could transfer to the law school and go into environmental law. Wouldn't that be nifty?

Basically I think it'd make me pretty well rounded.

But it'd be tough. Really tough. I need the 4 core classes, 2 semesters of calc, a year of chem, a year of biology, a semester of physics. That's just for the science major alone, not counting the electives and hours required. I'm pretty sure I can't even survive calc and the science classes. They're all designed to be ridiculously hard in order to weed out the pre-med kids. This is hardly fair. I could have gone to Wise, gotten straight As and been accepted into any grad program I wanted. Instead I chose the competitive school where I will only ever be average, or below average. Who knows. I like to think I'm smart.

The ETP major is a little more lenient, but the program is difficult to get accepted into. They only take 15 a year.

I've been trying to plan the courses to take over the next 3 years. It's sadly inevitable that some of them look like I'll have way too many science and math courses loaded together. =/

I am stuck, Sarahtonin! Tell me what to do in life!

If all else fails I'm transferring to the education school and becoming an elementary school teacher. Fo rizzle.

Emily is going to Jupiter... Island

I haven't written about Alternative Spring Break yet. Weird.

So, as you know, I got in. I had to go to this crazy induction meeting. I went to the giant poster with my keyword (isosceles) and found my group. I'm going to Jupiter Island, Florida! :D I'm crazy excited. This was one of my top choices.

Fun fact- Tiger Woods lives in Jupiter Island.

We'll be spending the week at Jonathan Dickinson State Park, which is kind of sort of beautiful.

So instead of coming home and spending a boring week at home for Spring Break, I'll be loading up in a car with as many people as can fit (my group is 10-15 people, so I'm guessing more than one car) and driving 16 hours down to Florida. Wow. At this point, all of these people are strangers. I hope we all become bffs so the road trip can be a party.





Once at the park, we'll be sleeping in tents and sleeping bags for the entirety of the trip. I have never camped before. I'm staying confident with the fact that I've always WANTED to go camping, so I should be fine, right? Right? We'll be doing work such as getting rid of invasive plant species, aquatic rehabilitation, and repairing hiking trails. For fun we're going to spend some time at Palm beach and go kayaking and hiking at the park, as well as have dinner with a UVA family that lives down there. I AM SO PUMPED.

Some cons about said trip: We will be kayaking, and it will be beautiful, but the river is VERY crocodile infested. Um, terrifying. No one's died yet, though. I think. Another problem will be the abundance of snakes. I consider myself outdoorsy, so I like to think that I wouldn't flip out. We'll see.

Woo! :D

Break break break.

Got the A in Roman Civ. Woo hoo. GPA of 3.586, which is really good. Dean's List.

Though it's weird not having a 4.0 anymore. But in reality that's sort of impossible. The lack of weighted grades is depressing. not to mention the dreaded A-.

Break is so boring. Blah blah blah.

It's 2010! I spent New Years at Christian's house at a party that was comprised solely of church people. I'm pretty much an atheist, so it gets awkward when they ask me where I go to church, why I never go to their services, etc. But it was fun. I mostly hung out with Christian and his friend Louis in the basement. We were our own loser group who didn't talk to anyone. :) Once when Christian was in the bathroom or something, Louis and I decided we'd be our own family. Since I'm 18 we thought it would be acceptable for me to adopt him. When Christian came back down and tried to hug me Louis was all, "Dude. Stop touching my mom." It was humorous. Teenage boys are funny. We watched a lot of Chuck, which I got Christian for Christmas.

Came home at like 1. How rebellious. Now I'm bored again. :(

Randall and I got into sort of a fight. I just found out I can't trust him as well as I thought and got mad at him. Apparently he can't handle me being angry, as the evidence on my facebook wall shows.

And that's my life.