Best Friends Forever

It's funny how just a few days ago I thought my friendship with G was done for good. I mean, if you'd seen just how upset I'd made her you'd have resigned yourself to that fact, too.

She had sent me a message (which made me cry) and I sent one back. Then we decided we would get together and talk. We tried on Monday and Tuesday but we couldn't meet for various reasons. On Wednesday we could finally get together. We sat down and ate and talked about everything but the big blow up. Finally G said, "So are we going to talk about this awkward-ness, or what?"
I said, "I guess we have to."
Then we were quiet for a bit, then G said "You were right in what you said."
I was like, "You were right, too." then "So...are we done?"
G was like, "Yes."
And that was that.
What we had wanted to say was in our messages to each other (which makes me wonder about the impact Facebook is really making) and we both realized we were wrong on some points and we were right on others. It seems like nothing happened at all. Which is all very weird. But whatever, I have my Russian Blood Sister back.

Cheers

My Best Friend Hates Me

And I'm a terrible friend, and I fudged things up completely.

I'm A Relaxed Cat

You're 6:49 a.m.
You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy ? it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky.


Which is weird...I hate mornings. Oh well.

Oh Obama

Yesterday I skipped my classes to go see Barack Obama speak. The arena where it was held had a capacity of 19,000 and it was full. I went with a friend of mine, and by the time we got there the line was already twisted and turned throughout the parking garage.

I lost count at how many people we passed to get inside, but it was a lot. The hour or so we stood in line was completely worth it to see him speak. Let me tell you, Obama is an amazing speaker. He certainly knows how to get a crowd going. I heard later people talking about how seeing Obama speak was something like a religious experience, and I must say they were right. It was phenomenal.


Cheers

Study, study, study

That's all I did today.

I left my room once to eat at McDonald's. It was really, really cold. I just watched the most recent episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation (one of my favorite shows) online. Emma joined the group of scantily clad girls, who represent this sports drink that was sponsoring a badminton tournament at Degrassi, to prove she was unpredictable. Well turns out she didn't like what they were all about so she spoke out against it and the lead girl person said she either had to "shut up or take off the dress."

So she took it off. In front of everyone.

I think it was kind of badass. I wish I had the guts to be like her--except not vegetarian.

I still miss you.


Cheers

Carless in college

It’s nothing extremely devastating or anything it just means I’m stuck on campus with nothing to do.

Tonight though my best friend, G, came over for a good ol’ fashioned movie night. Cruel Intentions, Election, and popcorn. It was a party.

I miss you, love.


Cheers

I think it's because I have nothing else to do

That I've written in this thing for three days in a row. Oh well.

So did you hear about the shooting at Northern Illinois University? Holy crap. The whole school shooting thing is really getting out of hand. I don't like it at all. I found out from my mom, who worries about everything. It's bad enough she already wants me to go to a school about 30 minutes from home, another shooting at a college and I'll be in community college within walking distance from my house.

My boyfriend leaves today for the weekend.

On a lighter note I got a card from my mommy and daddy in the mail। It said, "I'm smiling because you're my daughter....and I'm laughing because there's nothing you can do about it!"

Hahahaha

Cheers

Valentine's Day

To be quite honest, I have never been a fan of Valentine's day. Not only because the history of St. Valentine's Day is kind of bloody and very unromantic, but because I was bitter. Still am, actually.

I totally used to be one of those girls that only got cards and candy from her bestest friends (who were also single, lonely, and bitter) and watched the popular, gorgeous girls get teddy bears of obnoxious sizes and candy from their boyfriends-of-the-week. I was so jealous. That night, I would sit at home babysitting my little sisters while my parents went out. I'd watch Lifetime movies and eat the candy my parents gave me because I think they felt bad for me or they were secretly glad no boy knew I existed. Or both. Anyway I was a bitter, bitter girl.

This year, however, I have no reason to be bitter. For this year my wonderful boyfriend of 5 months gave me the best Valentine's day present ever! Please excuse the next bit of gushy, fluffiness because I'm feeling very gushy and fluffy at the moment The first thing I saw was your typical Hallmark card and then I saw this little wooden box next to it. Inside was a handwritten letter. It was almost novel length, too. I'd retype it on here for you, but I don't want to. Anyway, the letter was extremely cheesy but I loved every word of it. He also explained that the box was for me to put anything that was representive or reminded me of us. Aaawwwww!! Oh but I didn't even tell you the best part! When I picked up my schoolbag, inside I found this huge box of milk chocolate truffles. My absolute favorite. Also, when I left my room on the outside of my door was a huge poster with a picture of us in the middle and "I Love You" in twenty five languages. I know, I counted.

Later tonight we're going out for dinner at Olive Garden, which I am super excited about. Their breadsticks are amazing.

Oh yes, not to be forgotten by my parents, they sent me a bouquet of tulips and a card. This is also including the chocolate my dad brought when he came to visit me. I swear, they pay more attention to me now that I'm gone.

So, anyway, this year has got to be the best Valentine's as of yet. Why? Because I'm not going to be watching Lifetime wishing I was the lucky bitch making out with the hottie on the screen. I am a lucky bitch with my own hottie to make out with. Don't get me wrong, the whole concept of Valentine's day is really ridiculous and useless and a corporate scandal, but this corporate scandal worked out in my favor this year and I'm going with it.

Cheers

Well

I started a blog. I cannot make any promises that I will update regularly (or at all) after this one. Why?
Because I'm lazy.
Also because, chances are, absolutely no one will read this. Ever. But that's ok. Nothing important, thought provoking, or extremely in depth will be posted. So, yeah.

Cheers