While waiting in the hallway to enter my classroom seating an obnoxious 200, I noticed a chubby little fellow wearing a baconstrips&baconstrips shirt. Needless to say, we became instantaneous friends. That’s just one friendship I could not pass up.
On another note, I challenge all to support Breast Cancer Awareness month in some way whether it be pinning a pink ribbon on your backpack to simply looking up more information about the fight&cure. The prevalence of breast cancer as well as other types of cancer have hit just too close to home for me in the past as well as the present. Although we may be years away from the actual cure to prevent all cancers, at least we can support those survivors, victims, and researchers of this unfortunate illness.
R.I.P. Margaret Dell Gilley Taylor
You were my light in all things. Loving and missing you every day.
So, maybe…JUST MAYBE…I should consider sucking up my pride and just buy a parking sticker. Although I think it is absolutely absurd for The University of Turks and Asians to charge $130 for a parking pass only for it’s students to obtain a parking spot a mile away (after they’ve already sucked me completely dry with their overly priced tuition, mind you), this Texas hair is not fond of the rain and I’ll be damned if I lose any of this volume I somehow got goin’ on today to a little bit of drizzle. $130 and loss of pride < Texas hair.
How blessed are we to live so comfortably? I live in such an amazing place. Absolutely in love with it. I have my health to thank God for every single day and I don’t have to suffer whatsoever. I have a small handful of great friends willing to do anything for me. And most of all, I have an amazing family that works so hard for me every day. I just suddenly got this incredibly overwhelming feeling of thankfulness. For everything. The air I breathe, the clothes on my back, the blood in my veins.
SO. Last night, I had the brilliant idea of going to Walmart around 10pm. GENIOUS. But not really… I discovered that APPARENTLY older Mexican men are super interested in candles. And granted I was smelling the Walmart brand, knock-off scentsy scents like a crack fin, that does not give anyone right to judge or gawk at me for it. Homeboy moseys on up, stares at me, and then pretends to act superrr interested in the candles. I can feel his creepy eyeballs on me the entire 5 minutes I was sniffing my candles, still trying to find the perfect scent and I finally look over to him to try and scare him (because I’m such a scary little human). Yeah, apparently my attempt at an intimidating look didn’t phase him, and he asks me with an awkward smile and in the most butchered attempt at English that I’ve ever heard in my life… “Smell good?”. Uh, yeah mothereffer. Obviously these are some pretty damn good smelling, border-line euphoric fragrances I’m sniffin’ right now and I don’t appreciate your pedophile stance in my peripheral vision. EFFF.
OH, and my all-time favorite part of late-night, Walmart adventures is the fact that because I look normal, everyone looks at me funny like I’M the one wearing rainbow Crocs, Family Guy sleep pants, and nipping through a torn-up Hanes tall-T..
Also, I recovered a lot of old pictures from my external hard drive dating back to uh..before I was able to even buy a freaking lottery ticket. And yes, this collection is more than adequately equipped with numerous, completely ridiculous, mirror pics (uh. yeah. you’re welcome.). Anyways.. I used to be so hott. Wtf happened to me?? Not even 21 years old yet and feelin’ it :/
After a night filled with I Love Lucy re-runs with mom, I decided it’s a great night to watch old films beginning with the beautiful Judy Garland’s film Meet Me in St. Louis. Oh how I love her. Wish people still dressed and looked this way. Truly stunning.
Co-founder of PayPal and the first person to supply outside investments for Facebook, Peter Thiel, has begun an amazing program to promote entrepreneurship. So awesome. Students from prestigious universities such as Princeton, Harvard, and Yale under the age of 20 are hand-picked by some of the most influential business moguls from around the world. Some of the students aren’t even in college yet and have shown outstanding potential in high school.The students will be provided $100,000 to make their ideas come to life given they show progress/accomplish the goals for their cause within 2 years.
But there’s a catch- in order to receive funds for their innovative ideas, they must drop out of college.
These are names I’m sure we’ll be seeing in the future and in the ranks amongst Albert Einstein, Marc Zuckerburg, Steve Jobs, etc…
Although I feel the Thiel Fellowship may be sending the wrong message of “anyone can drop out of college and make it”, I believe the most prevalent message is pretty obvious. If you were given the means to make the world a better place, would you do it?
I’d just like to point out the fact that I am completely obsessed with a show where…
-sophomores in high school live on their own in nice apartments and are able to completely support themselves with jobs at pretzel stands in the mall.
-have newborn children and crazy baby momma’s (who look like they are 30, might I add) showing up in the middle of the night trying to steal their child. AND the father apparently has custody. Which would never happen in a million years unless given extreme reason to do so.
-apparently have no other sports other than basketball and cheerleading in their highschool.
-are able to drop everything including a new marriage and chase a random, newly discovered musical career.. Oh, and allowed this opportunity from performing just one song, which is played entirely too much in one episode for even the most avid music-lover to tolerate.
-one completely psychotic man impregnated 2 women years ago and the 2 women are bff’s now. Oh, and so are the 2 boys. Obviously one big happy family :)
-Peyton has God-awful hair
and the list goes on and on..
And I’ve only completed season 2.
So..why do I like this show so much again? If I enjoy this kind of entertainment, I seriously must have problems. But, on the other hand, the music is pretty kick-ass, so we’ll just say that’s enough reason to justify this obsession.
Considering I have many witty, intellectual, and completely mind-boggling things to say, I decided it was time I started one of these. But then I realized, that would indeed be bullshit. Let’s be honest. My life is pretty lame. But hopefully I’ll be able to keep whatever poor soul that decides to read this entertained for a brief period of time…or gain a large following of individuals who feel sorry for the weird and embarrassing events that are speckled amongst my days.
On a side note, I’m really tired of being homeless. Can I just move into my overly priced, probably unfinished, on-campus home now? Couch life ain’t the life for me. Nawsayn?