Oh, Lordy.

Oh me, oh my. I feel like I haven't blogged in years. I think it's been more like weeks, however. Either way, my life is hectic. No lie, I feel like I am constantly scrambling to keep up. But, at the same time, I love being this busy. At all times, I have thoughts and theories and ideas running through my head.Why, you ask? Well. My classes require a lot of... thought, I guess. My friends who are science majors seem to discount the difficulty of English, and Political Science. They, however, have the luxury of dealing in facts. Yes, they all work incredibly hard and have LOADS to learn. But at least when they learn something, they have learned it! They know it, they can just ramble it off if need be, and it doesn't change (at least for quite a while). Both English and PoliSci, however, are constantly shifting, changing, evolving into something different or bigger or stranger. I do not learn. I examine. I critique. I read and I write. Everything that I do is my own. My writing on the Tragedy of the Commons? No one has written it before. My ideas on the use of rhetoric in political theory? Inspired, but not taken from another. Your regurgitation of the cells of the human body and how they work? Been there, done that. So it is incredibly offensive when they act like they are so much better or well-educated or dedicated. Your calculus class has not inspired world leaders to devote part of their budget to under-educated children. Your writing does not lead rebellions. And your academic thoughts are not your own. Do not discount the power of the written word. Do not laugh at the idea that political theory games can predict YOUR behavior quite easily. Because it is just as important as your own work, and in many ways more difficult. If you do poorly in a class, it is because you did not study enough. If I do poorly, it is because I cannot wrap my head around the convoluted musings of Plato. If I receive a bad grade, it insults my talent. And THAT is why you should not dare to insult me, or my majors.

"Here's hoping."

There is one thing I have realized in the past 8 days. I suck at blogging. I mean, I haven't been particularly dedicated to this blog. In fact, it wasn't even my choice to start it, way back when. I just did it because my friend was bugging me to, and it seemed like everyone 'cool' had one. But now I am rededicating myself to this blog. It may not always be particularly witty, and it's incredibly unlikely that it will ever be funny. But it's here, and I might as well make it half-way decent, right? And there is one thing that I promise you, my two or three readers. This will NEVER be a place to:

A. Vent (Ok, maybe sometimes. But rarely, and they will be understandable, and not about some lame moment or thought in my life. If I vent, it will be about world events or something big.)

B. Showcase lame writing attempts (I feel that I've come to a place in my life where I can understand whether or not my writing is decent. If I ever, god help me, write a lame piece about a Victorian-era lady finding her prince, or some piece of crap like that, please shoot me. After all, it seems like there are way to many girls out there who actually think they're good story tellers, especially romances! I pride myself in knowing that stories will never be my strength.)

C. Write a poem (Does this really need explanation?)

D. Waste time (If I write on this blog, it will be thought out and decent. No more two AM sessions of writing simply because I am bored.)

Well, that's all. This is my blog's new beginning. Here's hoping.

The Quickest Post Ever.

So. This is being written after frantically studying for my Spanish exam, and before frantically making my dorm spotless so I can leave for Christmas break. Therefore, this is in bullet point form, to save time.

Things that I have been doing lately:

• Exams. Death!!
• Writing a 35 source Political Science paper about the circumstances under which the international community should use economic sanctions against rogue states.
• Meeting new people. Who are, coincidentally, wonderful.
• Seeing old people. As in, old friends. They aren't elderly or anything.
• Dancing! Why yes, I have been a part of numerous 1 AM dance parties on Tharp 3rd.
• Taco Tuesday! 75 cent tacos :)
• Downtown Chatt. So fun!

Things that I will be doing Summer 2011:

• WORKING AT GLACIER BAY NATIONAL PARK IN ALASKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited about this! I'll be working in the Lodge there! I will leave from Nashville, fly to Seattle, and the next day I will fly to Juneau, Alaska! After this, I will take an Air Taxi (the worlds smallest plane) to Gustavas, Alaska, where employees from the park will pick me up! I will spend my summer sea kayaking, hiking, and biking in one of the most beautiful, wild places on earth! Most visitors to the park don't even set foot on land, they just view the glaciers from cruise ships. I, however, will have access to the entire park, and all of it amenities for free! On my time off, of course. I get to kayak in the ocean with whales! Oh, man. I'm so pumped. And here are some pictures of this amazing place.

Lazy Sundays and Crushes

So.... I have a crush. For the first time in... a long time. Like, full on giddy, facebook stalking crush. And I love it! So here's my top reasons why crushing on a guy is awesome.

1. That gidddy, butterflies in your stomach feeling when he smiles at you.

2. Secretly hoping that you'll run into him no matter where you are. Or Facebook stalking him so you KNOW that you'll run into him.

3. The first moment when you realize that you have a crush on him.

4. How your heart does a flippy flop every time he hugs you or touches you.

5. When he comments on a Facebook post or photo of you.

6. When he pays special attention to you, even when there's other stuff you assumed he'd rather be doing.

But, alas, not all can be good. So here's the worst parts ab

out having a crush.

1. When your Facebook stalking and have that

moment of "OMG why is he talking to her?!"

2. When you wonder if your bugging him if you text him.

3. That whole, "I won't see him for a while, but I don't technically have a right to be sad about that!"

4. When you realize that he likes someone else. (Which doesn't always happen, but when it does, it sucks.)

So yea. That's what I've spent most of this lazy Sunday thinking about. Now I have to face reality, and study Political Science. After all, that is my major. I should work harder on it than anything else! Otherwise I'll never make it to Columbia.

When I did a Google Image search for Columbia Law school, I found this:

WTF?!

Which then got me thinking about how wordy this post his. So here's some photos, courtesy of weheartit.com

Eisley is my favorite band. And I will be seeing them for the third time this Tuesday! YES!

Yum :)

I just re-read the first book. And now I'm a little bit obsessed ;)

Yes, please.

This ridiculously amazing concoction that my friend came up with: hot chocolate + a bit of instant coffee= food heaven!

I CANNOT wait to see this band in concert! Nashville, October 30! So soon!

And, finally, my desk. Post-its, the Lee Clarion, blogging, Facebook notifications, and coffee :)

"Ugh."

I'm exhausted. Physically, mentally, spiritually.

Today, I have been studying since 2 pm. It is now 3:25 AM and I have a list of sources due for a major paper at 10 AM. I have ten sources. I need at least 15, and really should go up to 20 or so. My topic is "Under what circumstances should state's use economic sanctions against rogue states?" Not exactly something I can BS, especially since it is a literature review. I also have a PoliSci quiz to study for.

I'm pissed off because I spent hours today working on a direct for Mock Trial, yet I am still not a lawyer. I am a witness who has just done 80% of the work that my lawyer should have done, except he hasn't been to the last two meetings and just waltzes in there without doing anything. Yet he's a lawyer. Bull Shit.

My head is pounding. My lower back hurts. And I lost my contacts, so I'm forced to wear glasses. Which I hate.

I'm not doing well in Spanish. And that's killing me.

Last night, I had to deal with a ridiculous convocation with a psycho preacher who thinks Tyler Clementi killed himself because he was overwhelmed with guilt, not because he was being tortured by 'christians' and closed-minded assholes.

I have a huge crush on this adorable, wonderful guy. Who, I think, has a thing for the cute, petite blonde. Ugh.

I won't be sleeping tonight. I will be skipping my 11 o'clock class, Spanish, and going to sleep for the whole day.

There's not enough hours in the day.

Why do I need to sleep so badly? I know kids who go for days with only a few hours of sleep, and look and feel fine. Jealousy...

Memorializing.....

So, I've decided that I really need to stop being lazy and start memorializing my college years. I mean, they are such a unique time! When else will I live in a place that is solely made of young people and learning? So here are some photos from the past week. It was very interesting....

This is Ty. Yes, that is a fake fetus on a string. I doubt Lee will be using this as an advertisement for the Kairos Honor Society.

This is Tyler. He's super intellectual, and the sweetest guy ever.

This is Jordan. He is.... sarcastic. And hilarious.

This is Natalie. She is one of the sweetest, most beautiful people ever. She should have been born in the Victorian age.

This is Abby. She is my musical soul mate.

Me, Paige, Bekah. I have known Bekah for almost six years and she is my bestie. Paige plays rugby and should be a therapist.

This is Diff. He's my peer leader, my friend, and tries really hard to give me advice. He's hilarious and sweet and sincere.

This is Samson (the dog). He's the sweetest dog ever. And I don't even know his owners name.

This is Hanna. She's super fashionable in that whole "I just threw this on" kinda way.

Fin. (for now)

"I wouldn't change it for anything..."

So here are a few things I've learned about life.

1. Apparently I'm "computer savvy." And apparently one lesson on hacking from a nerd can get you into anyone's facebook account. Interesting.....

2. Don't post something online, delete it, and expect it to be gone. Cause guess what? There's copies of everything online and I can find them quite easily.

3. It really pisses me off when a perfume store is called "His Witness: Christian Perfumes and Gifts". Yea, you people suck. Cause perfumes can't be Christian.

4. I love naps. Specifically, I love naps on Saturday afternoons when I can wake up and go to Target with one of my BFFs after.

5. Rugby is violent. And I love it. Does that make me a bad person?

6. Lame youtube videos can make my day so much better.

7. Driving through your hometown can bring back bittersweet memories. No matter how badly I wanted out, it's still my home. I miss you, Collegedale.

8. My hair looks like an afro when I wake up.

9. People who say "I am who I am and I'm not changing for anyone or anything" are complete idiots. The universe revolves around change. Now, I'm not saying that you should go dye your hair bleach blonde because you want to join a sorority. But, change can be good. You can grow in yourself, in your religion, and in your wants, needs, and desires.

10. But sometimes, change can be bad. Don't backslide. Don't lose the fundamental aspects of yourself. And don't throw the things or people you care about most because you think there's something wrong with you.

11. Longboards are cool. There's no denying it. But don't run me over with it because you have no idea what your doing. And don't think YOUR cool because the OBJECT your on is cool. It's like saying your cool because your standing on the Eiffel Tower. It just doesn't work.

12. It can be hard to readjust to a new place. But it's so exhilarating that I wouldn't change it for anything.

13. Sometimes the best friends are the ones who slap you and say "Dude, WAKE UP" (both metaphorically and for reals.) But sometimes, the best ones let you nap for three hours because they know how badly you need it.

14. I'm addicted to Facebook. Ugh.

15. It's so easy to crush on older guys. :)

16. But it's better to become friends with said older guys. Because they're (usually) mature enough to give you some awesome advice.

17. I'm a freakin social butterfly.

18. I'm also a nerd. Those two don't mix well.

19. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and say I'm sorry.

20. But sometimes, your right, and you have to decide whether it's worth it or not to hold onto the right to say "I'm right. Your wrong. Deal with it."

21. And sometimes its alright to skip your homework to get out all of the stuff that's been floating around your head for a week and a half.

G'night all. Here's a photo that makes me smile.