Open Letter to Freshmen Girls

Dear Freshmen Girls:

All summer we dread meeting you. You are the holders of the "freshman body". Your lithe figures have yet to experience the slight yet noticeable layer of flub that accumulates somewhere between freshman year and sophomore. As we meet you we rate you and worry about our beaus glancing about and noticing what we're noticing. Eventually this passes, your tittering giggles and annoying naivete eventually gets to us and we begin to feel more self assured. But then finals come. And we hate you again. You and your 100 level classes. You run to Hacienda in the middle of the week and decorate your doors with Christmas trees while we barely have time to shower and slave over 30 page articles. We walk past you canoodling with your boyfriends in door ways and hear you talking with them on the phone, "no you hang up first!" while we struggle to find one day a week to spend together with ours. Our only solace is that in less than a year you will join our ranks. And we will welcome you with open arms and join together to fight against the next wave of  "first-years". 

Sincerely, 

Your Upperclassmen 

My Thanksgiving Break Rundown

Here's the thing, I always bring my camera cord on vacations. A.L.W.A.Y.S. Well not anymore. I forgot it, the charger as well. So I have plenty of pics but not as many as I would have liked and no way to get them to my computer. So tomorrow I will post in more detail about my break. Here's the rundown, mostly so that I remember what to post tomorrow...

1. Shopped on Black Friday for the first time ever.

2. Broke Stella (my car)

3. Made paper snowflakes

LOTS

4. Looooved my family

5. Washed my dog, he turned white again...

6. Spent hours on a new blog I discovered

7. Gave in and expressly told the BF things I would like for Christmas. I guess it was silly to hope that he would just know for those first two years... 

And on that note, in this new blog that I love so much I ran across a post in which she explains what flowers she likes, complete with pictures, so that her Boy knows. I think it might be a good idea. So here are a few of my favorite flowers, with pictures. 

Ranunculus (often incorrectly referred to as Buttercups)

Garden Roses (Sometimes English Roses)
Lisianthus

Tulips. Just stick with the tulips. 

Unlike most girls I'm not a huge rose fan, which he knows and always does fabulously regardless. I love almost every flower. Even carnations, they have a bad rap but in a solid color grouped together they're fantastic. 

Open Letter to my Hair

Dear Hair

I understand that my newfound desire for working out (forced by Hermione...) confuses you. You haven't had to deal with bouncing around like this since high school cheerleading and track and I'm pretty sure the hairs that had to deal with that are gone. You weren't even the same color then, so I don't expect you to remember. But why oh why won't you hold on to that pony-tail holder? No other girl in the PERC has to stop running every few minutes to fix her hair. Now I'd like to believe that this is because you are just a lot shinier and silkier than their hair, but I'm not totally sold on the idea. How about I cut back on the blow drying and you stay in your rubber bands? Or no more hair dye for a year? Ok 6 months. 3 months?

Sincerely, 

Melancholy and Miserable in the Midwest

Every Time a New Song Plays I'm Starting a New Topic

"Can't That Away From Me"

I cannot concentrate on my work. It's physically impossible. The problem is I would much rather sit here listening to Ella and Louis than write a paper on the importance of viewing the French Holy Childhood Association without the frameworks of Christian missions, imperialism, and communism. 

"Anything Goes"

Hermione and I went shopping in the Fort today and she learned one more reason why I am utterly frustrating to most of the people in my life. We got lost, a lot, and I was cool with it. I kept saying things like, "Well yeah we got lost but we aren't anymore, that's a good thing! We could still be lost, this is way better." or "Yeah but think of all the things we learned today! Now we know how to get form one mall to the other and we found another Favoli's." The BF has experienced this before. The fact of the matter is, as long as I'm not late for something, I don't mind being lost and am thoroughly confused by other people's complete aversion to it. 

"They All Laughed"

The roomie's feet stink. Really badly. Before it was ok because the stench was only here when she was here because when she left she took her shoes with her and she's almost never in the room. Now her socks smell though. So even when she leaves her dirty socks stay here. However I will gladly take this smell over the stinkiness of my old roommate... Plus, generally a little febreeze can fix this problem...

"Dream a Little Dream of Me"

Speaking of the roomie. Christmas is coming and I'm not sure I was to celebrate with her. I am a Christmas freak, I want twinkle lights and bulbs e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e, however, they have to be my twinkle lights and bulbs. If that girl tries to put colored lights or red and green ornaments on my perfect brown and turquoise decorated tree laden with 2 strands of perfect clear lights I will f-l-i-p and I really feel like she's a crayola red and green kinda girl. 

"Dancing Cheek to Cheek"

Last night Bingo and Digger called me : ) I've missed my Y girls sooo much and I was sooo happy to hear from them! However I was slightly embarrassed to tell them that while they were out partying I was sitting in my room reading about Nixon and the demonstrations outside the democratic debate in Chicago 1968. 

"Every Time We Say Good Bye"

I really want it to snow. Sooooooo much. Please snow. Please. Please. Weather.com said that it was going to snow today and now they've changed it to Monday. That was cruel. Something that important should have 100% odds of happening before they post it, that stuff is important. 

Chief Resident

I'm watching Father of the Bride Pt II and the doctor just said that she's going to turn Annie over to the Chief Resident and thanks to Grey's Anatomy an image of Dr. Bailey flashed in my head and I completely knew what Chief Resident meant. Totally educational. 

Question

Answer: Because he never questions my need to stop and smell the flowers. 

One of my fave pics of my Buttercups this summer

I Wasn't Tagged, But It Looked Like Fun...

Type your answers into Flickr's search engine and choose a picture from the first page of results to make an image board with. Copy the urls into a mosaic maker (I used this one) and voila, an instant blog post!

1. What is your first name?

2. What is your favorite food?

3. What high school did you attend?

4. What is your favorite color?

5. Who is your celebrity crush?

6. Favorite drink?

7. Dream vacation?

8. Favorite dessert?

9. What do you want to be when you grow up?

10. What do you love most in life?

11. One word to describe you?

12. Your flickr name?

Some notes (optional)-

1. Everything else that came up with me name were topless girls, no joke...

2. My mouth is watering just looking at that...

3. That's not where I went to school, but Westville is so small that even Flickr doesn't care about it...

4. It's just so happy : )

5. No surprise here! Tall, dark, and good hair just gets me!

6. I've never had raspberry iced tea that looked like this

7. This is where my family emigrated from in the 1630s, Barnstaple England

8. Warm choc cake with ice cream... Yum...

9. I don't know, but it will involve lots of books.

10. Love and Chicago and Winter, this is what I got when I typed all three in

11. Sweet

12. I have a thing for pennies I guess...

I don't know how to make the picture bigger!

Enabler

A professor just gave me an extension for an annotated bibliography that's due monday until the end of the week... I feel like she might be an enabler in my disease of procrastination...

Traumatic

   The BF and I went for a crazy date last night. It consisted of rushing to the Fort for dinner. Then rushing to the mall to buy him a winter coat so he'll be nice and toasty in Germany. Then rushing back to school because the little sister had a solo in the choir concert. Then rushing to Huntington to catch a late movie. 

   The traumatic part took place after the movie. I had volunteered to drive so we walked out to my little black Sebring, I click the button and get in. He stands at his door and knocks on the window, sometimes I forget to hit the button twice so his door doesn't unlock so I hit the unlock button in the car. He continues to knock. So I reach through and unlock it. Still knocking, and now holding some piece of plastic in his hand gesturing wildly. "Look at this!" he yells through the window. I sigh resignedly and remove myself from the car. "Look at this!" 

"What is it?"

"It's the handle!"

"WHAT??" 

My poor car. She was endearingly named Stella earlier this year because some friends and I decided that she was trying to get her grove back. No no, Stella, you're going the wrong way. You are not getting your groove back, not at all. 

Loves

I love Bridget Jones's Diary. Especially the end. I don't know if it's the snow or the pretty red leather bound diary, or the thought that in England you can jot off to Paris for the weekend, or the snow, or Colin Firth (probably Colin Firth), or the snow, or kissing Colin Firth in the snow, or "an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers"... I would say it's quite probably the snow combined with a love story. Anyway I watched it tonight and it was such an uplifting waste of my time, I can't stop smiling. Is there anything more romantic than love in the snow?

Dream

Over the summer Digger and I found out something really bad about one of our little  girls at camp, it was quite honestly, the worst thing I've ever heard in my life. I had a dream about the little girl last night and I just remembered it, she was fine and happy and I got to pick her up and hug her and hold her. I can only hope that this is God's way of letting me know she is ok. 

Missful...

   

I know it's not a word, get off my back... So last night was Halloween and for me it was fairly sucky. Hermione traipsed off to Purdue (I didn't join because I'm pretty sure I'd be out of my league, I'm pretty much out of my league in MC when it comes to partying...) and the BF went out with his friends to B-Dubs. My other friends are RAs so they were busy busting people dressed up like angels and pimps. So I ordered myself a pizza and watched Reba. I had been cranky all day and Herm and the BF kept asking why and I just couldn't give them a straight answer as to why. I guess it could have been because I wanted to dress up and go out, or it could have been because I wanted to stay in and make fun of the lingerie, I mean costumes, the other girls were wearing. But neither was the case. I miss my YMCA girls. I know that they would've dressed up with me or stayed in and made fun of those other girls. Either would have been fun because I would be with them. I almost called to see if I could go down to IU and visit with them for Halloween earlier this week but I thought it would be too short of notice. I should have still called. We got really close this summer, but at the same time I still fear that out of sight out of mind. I mean I haven't forgotten them by any means but they're all together at school, they see each other and have fun together every day. Hopefully we'll see each other soon, but so far this year every time by the time I get to the weekend I'm either exhausted or still busy... But hey, everybody goes home for Thanksgiving, right?