i know its been a while.. like over 2 months. i am sorry, but i have an excuse. I was given a journal over winter break, and i had been writing in there about my, o, so fascinating life. but I have realized that I must keep up both forms of expression as we are indeed in a digital age, and everything that is anything must happen vie electronics. But, in a desperate crusade to save the print age, I will write in my little notebook as well. two of anything is better then one :)
now let the ranting commence!
So i have a new roommate. She is like 4'11", bright blonde hair, a cheerleader, very hyper. I like her.. she is easy to live with and very sweet. BUT she seems to go through weird phases.. one minute she is non stop chatter about something very personal that I am not allowed to tell anyone (okay, i just met you?), and then two minutes later she is asleep. like, i dont know whether to talk or not because one minute she is sleeping the next she is not. i just don't understand. but i do like her. Maria likes her too. i think that makes things better.
speaking of maria.. she wanted to room with me next year, but I want to do something different. I actually have a good friend who i want to room with and all, and she agreed, but there is a chance she will transfer next year.. :/ i dont know what to do, i guess eventually all will work itself out!
i am pledging a fraternity! i know.. you want to say "you mean sorority" but no, its a coed frat. Alpha Phi Omega is a service frat, and notable alumni include both clintons, Michelle Obama, Bush number 1, and several other presidents,.. ya. So im thinking of walking up to the white house, knocking on the door and being like brother michelle (yes we are all brothers, regardless of actual gender)! the secret service wouldnt take out one of her brothers would they???
i am so excited to be going to honduras! im kind of nervous... but overall stoked. i just cant wait to experience another culture and rough it a bit. im going to be digging ditches and stuff, idk if i can even do that. I am not exactly strong. i like to pretend i am all muscle.. but no.
so... last night i brought THE BOY back home to vienna for dinner with the family. that was interesting.. i think they like him better then me. my mom went slightly over the top.. bringing out the nice plates and setting the dinning room table. i think i was more nervous then anyone else, but not cause they wouldnt like him.. more because they would all get together and embarrass me... actually i don't know why i was nervous. i already new my family liked him. whatever.. i like him a lot and thats what matters.. i like having a boyfriend.. why did i wait so long? i should have had boyfriends all through high school goddamnit!
i like country music more then ever. just saying.
in APO, we have to interview the brotehrs, and we need a signature question. mine is: what song do you wish described your life? my answer is Girl All The Bad Guys Want by Bowling for Soup. Is that weird? no..
every day my room gets messier and i get angrier. damnnn. everyday i study less and the pile of books next to my bed grows.
i love , after checking the mail out of habit every day, i get a letter at the end of the week <3 it makes my checking worthwhile.
guilty pleasure: reading postsecret every sunday. also, looking up top 40 songs from the 90's and early 2000's, and finding old loves, then downloading them from mediafire. WEEZY
im grossed out by the amount of hair on the floor of my room. its repulsive. but ill vacuum later. i'm busy now..
i want to go to the butterfly gardens so badly.
i dont really like nutella.. its too weird for me.
my mom made noodle pudding for me!!!!!
i could eat a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and milk for every meal for the rest of my life.
i dont understand.. taking the stairs to the 6th floor is supposed to get easier.
new orleans= the best. i want to go back right now. like, right now.
i can not wait to see my friends.. home friends. i dont like beign so far away from them. some i will see over spring break NEXT WEEK but too many will have to wait till summer. fkkkkk
this is my train of thought.. o god.
i promise to write more often. peace out.
and listen to It Wasn't Me by weezy.
-we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor-
