What's the greatest thing about college campuses? Wireless networks.

Yes folks, that's right, wireless networks. Why? Because that allows me to get on the internet with my laptop on campus, and in fact at all, since I don't have an internet connection at my house. Ahhhh.......

Well, I took another extended sumbatical from writing in this blog, not that anyone has noticed, because the last time I checked, no one reads this thing. But oh well, I suppose it's not really important, just some ductwork through which I vent my feelings irritiations, blah blah blah, and all that jazz.

Since the last time I wrote so many things have happened, after all, some 4 months have passed, right? If you probably have noticed, I saw Chicago, the movie, it was great, by the way. I went through a referee's hell on earth, ODP Soccer camp with an incredibly boring old man with 6 teeth and a badge that says he's allowed to tell other people how to referee. It was boring, physically taxing, and well, really bad for the feet...I still have scars from the blisters. My feet blistered so bad, they could have gone into the record books for the worlds worst blisters or something.

I bided the rest of my summer dreding the return of SCHOOL, except this time I was going to Florida State University, not the same crappy high school I had attended for the last 4 years. I was extatic at Orientation, because I learned the night before that I had achieve my goal for high school, obtaining the International Baccalaureate diploma. Yeah, I did it. It felt great, so great that I jumped up and down in my hotel room, my parents smiling, and my little brother wishing I would make less noise...yeah, dude, just wait until your turn comes.

I moved up to Tallahassee, Florida on August 16, 2003, into an awesome house right off campus, and it totally ROCKS. I love everyone I live with, even though they get on my nerves some times, ok, lots of times, but none the less, it's a sweet deal. I started classes August 25 and I've only skipped twice since then. Once unintentionally, the other very intentionally. And I'm proud of myself that I have successfully buried the desire to not go to class several times.

I still have no boyfriend, all though there is this really hot guy in my Bible Study. I've gotten used to this whole responcible for my own actions thing, and I'm kind of liking it, it's not like I do stupid stuff all the time anyway. So yeah, I'm still the goodie-two-shoes that I was in high school, but I would rather not get arrested or anything.

So, I guess that's a good enough update, and it might be the last for a long time, so get used to it.

My my my my my...has it really been that long? Well, I guess it's sort of understandable, I have been-well-busy, sort of, ina not really kind of way. Since my last Blog I graduated from High school, big accomplishment now-a-days right? That was an interesting experience, but more annoying than anything. you know how there is ALWAYS someone who insists on trying to start "the wave" in commencement, and can never get it in his or her blocky head that this is for their parents who are probably at that moment hanging their head in shame that their child has made a complete ass of his or herself in front of the entire graduating class, as well as the thousand or so people that are watching them. Gosh, as fate would have it, I was forced to sit a seat away from one such person. The majority of the ceremony he spent trying to stand up on his chair without being caught by the lady that was standing next to our row the whole time because the crapweasel kept standing up!!! Is he really that stupid, or does he just act like that? Commencement is a pig giant piece of poop.

A WHAT Kind of Journal?

It was one of those days in English class when you just kind of do a double-take at the assignment projected on the screen. This assignment is due on the 10th of March and it has something to do with Beloved and writing, and it's something called a Dialectic Journal. I have earthly idea what the construction of a "Dialectic Journal" entails. Probably reading the book, and writing something about what I read in the book, and something to do with analysis and response. It doesn't seem that hard...right? Famous last words. There is only so much crap you can pull out of your butt. (But if it's organized crap it's okay!) So here I sit, slaving away (again) on something I have no idea about. Wish me luck.

P.S.
-Why do they always give the weird books the Nobel Prizes. Why not Anne of Green Gables, or The Lord of the Rings? Why the boring and confusing ones?

So you have a problem? Well, so do I, and so does everyone else on this planet. But to tell you the truth. At this point in time I really don't care. I'm serious. I don't. Today is a Wednesday. Usually I would have attended my church's youth group, Thirst. On this particular Wednesday I did not, I had homework, but c'est la vie. My good friend informed me that we had student testimony night, and instead of having one or two people talk a whole bunch of random people got up and talked. Now, no offence to any of these people, but really I don't care about their lives and about their problems (which is what those kind of things always turn out to be, especially in my youth group). Everyone gets up there and groans and complains about their own petty problems (don't get me wrong, I do it too, in fact, I'm know as one of the biggest whiners in my (rather limited) circle of friends) and struggles to find some hidden meaning in it all. But we all do it, there must be a release for all of the pent up nonsense that floats in the human brain. So, here's to venting (even if it is into a microphone in front of 50 people you don't know).

The Depressing Reality that is MY INBOX!!

Upon Checking my e-mail this evening I was surprised to find that I had nine messages in my inbox, a shockingly high number for me. I excitedly clicked on the Okay button and began to view the treasure that had entered my computer via telephone lines. The first message was from my youth pastor who had forgotten to attach a document to a previous e-mail. Since the document purtained to tonights Thirst (the name of my youth group), and also since I was not in attendance this evening, I did not care about this e-mail. The next message came from my friend, Desiree. She had sent me a list of the best dorms at Florida State University to aid me in my Housing Application process since I hope to attend FSU next school year. The following 5 messages were from United Airlines, telling me what special deals were available for today for their Frequent Flier Members. The last 2 messages were from Juno, my service provider, informing me that they have some GREAT DEALS available for Juno members, like getting Juno Platinum for just $9.99 (plus tax).

So after this depressing journey into my e-mail I decide that I really don't care about e-mail, I see all of my friends at school anyway (except of course for all of my friends/relatives that live in different states/countries).

Autumn has arrived in central Florida! As I sit here at my computer I take frequent glances over my left shoulder and out the sliding glass door at the beauty that nature has to offer. It's January and some leaves have fallen off the trees. Others still hang by a twig blowing gently in the frigid breeze. Out the door I can see my mom's dead tomato plants in our brown garden, and a tree full of red leaves in the distance. I love fall, it was always my favorite season when I was little, even if I vowed that it was summer because I got to wear shorts. We lived in Virginia where fall lasts for a month, and winter follows slowly on its heals. My brothers and I used to make forts out of the red, yellow, orange and brown leaves that would fall every second week of September. We called them forts, but really they were just leaves raked into lines to make an outer wall that wouldn't stop a strong wind. When we got sick of that we would rake all of our hard work back into a pile and jump into the mountain of leaves, roll around, then fall out of it covered from head to toe with leaves. We would tramp inside, making a trail of crumpled leaves through my mom's kitchen and up the stairs. Sometimes our dog would follow us into the house which always gave us great joy because he would hit the linoleum floor in the kitchen and go sliding across it into the cast iron radiator on the far side, at which point he would make an "ooph" sound, turn and run the other way, skidding around corners as he followed us wherever we went. He never was a very bright dog, but he was good...he always knew what I was feeling. If I was sad he'd lick my face and and make me smile, if I was happy he would bounce around me wagging his tail, and if I was just fine he would run all over the place, cause he knew I didn't need him. He's dead now, we had to put him to sleep a couple of years ago, but he's in a better place.