bittersweet...

So, I don't know about anyone else but, I seem to have a curse. I start and end each semester with a cold sore. It's perfect timing, too. I mean, who wouldn't want to introduce themselves to new people from class and church with a giant LANDMINE on their face?! Needless to say, my confidence to continue life, despite my lack of genetic lottery winnings, must be what attracts bees to the honey... and the fact that I like to talk to people, especially good looking guys at school, in an Australian accent allows people to see past my leprosy, and daydream about our future together, scuba diving the reefs of Sydney or Brisbane. This is not a joke, people. I speak only the truth when I tell you that the cute, dreamy, and perfectly tall security guard who lets me in on Tuesdays at the office, has a crush on me because of my accent! We got to talking one day and it was love at first Barby (short for a BBQ from down under). But, what do you know- it's the end of the semester. Therefore, my body decides it's time to hate me again and stress out about upcoming finals, WITHOUT TELLING ME! Alright, it does tell me. To keep with tradition.... Enter: Cold Sore.

Secret Garden

Don't judge me too harshly but, I'm hanging out in the Girls' Room right now. Why? Because it's amazingly quiet (other than the occasional awkward patron or two), has comfy chairs, and an electrical outlet for my computer! I was just talking on the phone though, and my brother asked me a funny question. So naturally, as I was giving some kind of relevant but, heinous response, a normal and quiet, leaning toward the boring side of the spectrum, kind of girl walked in and scowled at me. But, not that open, evident type of scowl. No. This was the kind of facial expression that's hidden behind a halfsy smile.

Well, you know what, normal/quiet/boring bathroom girl? I have a life outside this washroom as well! And I'm not afraid to show it- JUST READ MY BLOG!!!!

So, as I was saying. My brother asked me some question and I was replying. Then she left. And I had peace again. Now, it's my turn to pass on the scowl/judgement expression. Because, in walked a couple of girls rehearsing a dance to Beyonce's "Single Ladies." I even volunteered my speakers to help them practice to the real song instead of just humming it self consciously to themselves. They thought I wouldn't understand that what happens in the Girls' Room, doesn't need to be explained or excused. Little did they know, single ladies, little do you know.

For any guy reading this-
Disregard this entire post. I was kidding. It's not like I really hang out, relaxing in the Restrooms. That's crazy talk. ha.... ahem. I think I should stop now. Another girl just walked in and she'll wonder why I'm laughing to myself. I'll just tell her it's because the acoustics in here are so nice and it's fun to here my voice echo pleasantly.

It's all about Natural Lighting

Have you ever just had a photo shoot with friends? no one else? rats. I thought that be a real ice breaker for us all. ya know, like "what's your favorite pose?" or if you're more of a cheesy pick up lines kind of guy, one might say, "you look like someone I'd like to set my aperture to." right? anyway, my friends and I have appreciation nights together. We all celebrate where we each come from- Georgia, Hawaii, D.C, Southern California, etc. It's great. A while back, it was my turn so I figured why not pretend the paparazzi is after us and dress up for a TON of photos?!

Of course it was phenomenal. Need you seriously ask? And since we've previously talked about our love (okay FINE, my dedication) to Lady Gaga, we had her song, "Paparazzi" playing in the background to set the diva/ obviously high fashion mood. Well, to be honest, that's not really true. In reality, we were on the top floor of the library, dressed from school casual to prom dress attire. AND, the real kicker is that I'm only capable of posing with two kinds of faces: Happy smile and goofy. My friend kept saying, "be serious" or "be flirty" but, all I could do was laugh! But, at least I was laughing only SEMI- uproariously. I mean, after all, we were in a quiet library. And the engaged couple next to us was worried we'd somehow upstage their wedding announcements. I'm sure of it because I was rockin' some high heels that night.

Cousin Bonding Time...

"Just Makin' Memories..."
Can I just tell you guys (and by that last plural, I mean my three favorite followers in the whole world), that I have been waiting to be alpha cousin for 20 years? The day has finally come. Both of the boys my age are gone on missions, so I'm the oldest one left a.k.a FAVORITE:) we'll just pretend that's not the only reason, though. Perhaps, it's my ridiculously good looks as well.

A common familial term. Whenever we get together, we talk to Grandma and Grandpa, Aunts and Uncles, and Parents. But, when it comes to Family Reunions and dinners together... We're immediately downstairs in the basement "makin' memories."

Last night, we watched Back to the Future for the first time. Oh, Biff...

It's so sweet. Can't wait to watch the sequel and threequel! No, Steve, I will not watch End Dead with you. No matter how good a "B" movie might seem at 3am!

Anyway, I love my fam. They're the bomb dot com.