It's always drama-filled in Bowling Green.....

I have not blogged since October.

You all have missed nothing of importance, besides me almost flunking out of college for consuming too much alcohol and spending too much time in the frat houses.
Christmas break brought on a month and a half of working with Brittany again, which was needed since my money ran out sometime in November. My money ran out again sometime in February. Thank God for tax returns and scholarship checks, or I would never be able to survive here.
Valentines day was spent drunk, complaining about my lack-of-valentine with the boys.
Spring break was a blur, but I think it was good. I didn't go anywhere.

Sunday was my 19th birthday. I went home on Thursday rather than Friday, because I have found myself missing home more and more. I'm not sure if this is because I am ready for summer, or because I genuinely miss my little hell hole.

When I went home for the weekend, I was reunited with one of my best friends, Jacob. We haven't seen each other in almost a year, so the ghost hunting trip we went on was full of "Remember that time when..."s and "Oh, you do that now?"s.


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SUMMER OF 2012 PROLOGUE


rewind: you need a background story so you know why the summer of 2012 is in all caps.

JANUARY OF 2009: I accidentally met this blindingly attractive british fellow named Alexander.
JULY OF 2009: I began dating Alexander, but he moved to another state. we continued the relationship for several months, broke up, got back together, broke up again, and then continued to contact each other.
MARCH OF 2012: Alexander returns.
UNRELATED TIMEFRAME: I always wanted a do-over so I could fix everything that went wrong the summer of 2009, because it would save my relationship.

EPIPHANY: the summer of 2012= the summer of 2009.....without the mistakes.


NOW.

SUMMER OF 2012 PLANS

*Camping
*a week in Illinois with my new room mate/ best friend Courtney
*Florida with Brittany
*ample amount of time spent with Lauren (my very best friend. she has seen literally everything), her cha-boy Tyler, and Alexander..... and Jacob and Dustin!



This will not fail.

Glamourously Scatterbrained.

I have not forgotten about this blog, I swear.
Just kidding- I have to admit, it did slip my mind until i recently had a conversation about blogging with Meg (my friend and my roommate's Alpha Xi Delta twin.) I decided I was cheating you all out of what has been going on in my life, so here it is.

I believe I left you all off in the middle of September. Oh, how things have changed.
Long story short, I've been crazy busy. The friends I made the first week of school (see blog: I Love College... I met these people at South Lawn not 10 minutes after I posted) are virtually out of my life, and I spend an unhealthy amount of time at frat houses (I will leave what goes on there to your imaginations, but it's really not THAT bad.) My room mate and I are pretty close now, which is awesome. It's hard to define a friendship with someone you live with, but I'd say ours was better than most of the ladies at Bemis Lawrence.
About a week after my last post, my friend Alex got pneumonia. That was quite the endeavour, because as 18 year olds we did not know how to handle it. Oh well, he didn't die.
I saw Cage The Elephant for free on South Lawn, and I was on the barricade. I cannot even begin to describe how amazing their show was. Summary- I ended up listening to Cage for like a week afterwards.
I started hanging out with the sisters of Alpha Xi Delta more often, and I have to say I love them all. They're super sweet and a blast to be around.
dot dot dot.....
Since I'm with AXiD a lot, I'm also with Sigma Nu (Alex is in that one-small world.)

AWAY FROM GREEK LIFE ALREADY.


Sorry, it's homecoming week, so it's all I'm thinking about.
I have decided to go home for the weekend, because if you are a GDI (I won't bother defining this for you, look it up) then roughly 99% of the parties this week are closed to you.
Fun stuff.

FUTURE
I am going to be Ke$ha for Halloween. Emily is going to be Lady Gaga, and Meg is going to be Katy Perry...I think.
Anyways, that is my life.


I will leave you with the debate that has been going on in my head for a whole day.

Should you judge someone on their past? I think not. The past cannot be judged- you've been there, done that. The future hasn't even become an issue yet, so why bother thinking of it... as for the present, if it's good, proceed with it.

^^^^^^^^^^^^ WRONG AS HELL.


What happens when the past becomes the present (to an extent), and the then-future IS an issue? Do you walk away?
I will be seeing Skrillex on November 4th.

As the seasons change...

So does my luck.
Since arriving here, I have to admit that I have been catching a lot of lucky breaks (parking spots, cancelled classes, etc.) Unfortunately, since the weather has been changing, my luck has gone along with it. So far, I have skinned my knee on the way to class (in the rain) slept through a class that had a quiz (fire drill at 5:30 that morning....NOT MY FAULT) gotten stuck in an elevator with an unidentified used condom, and become an accomplice in frowned upon activities.
college is amazing.
Anyways, I have been having pretty good luck with this sorority business. I have an interview tomorrow which basically determines if I get in or not. My friends say I have nothing to worry about.....but then again, they're my friends. They have to say that.
Speaking of which, I should probably get some clothes together to wear to that interview. The outfit choice is Business Casual....so I am thinking either khakis or a skirt with a nice top and heels (though the eel skins kill my feet...ugh)
The life of a college freshman.
I guess it is early enough to not be weird to take a shower, since I'm having lunch with a friend tomorrow and cannot do so right before my interview.
I promise, I haven't forgotten this blog. I'm a jerk, I know.
As soon as things calm down, I will be blogging like there's no tomorrow.

Until then

x

I love College...

Well, I've moved in and become an official Hilltopper.
I have a nice roommate, which is awesome. We also have ants, which are not so awesome.
Last night was my first official partying adventure since arriving on campus. I met a lot of people from all over the place, but I don't remember many names. Everyone was really drunk, so they barely remember me either. Oh well, everyone is friendlier when they are drunk. I think I got in around 2:30, and then I was passed out. (not really, because I didn't drink last night.)
Anyways, today was my millionth trek up "The Hill", which is what our entire campus is based around. It's pretty intense...I think I will have calves of steel by Christmas Break.
The dorm's pretty nice. It's small, but cozy. Everyone compliments us on how our room smells.
Well, I'm really busy right now because it's freshman week, so I will have to tell you more about this next Tuesday after classes start.
To South Lawn I go!

x

3 years, where did you go?

Last night was the last time I would ever find myself standing at a Fulton Pic Pac cash register.
I just read that sentence like 40 times and I still cannot believe it. It feels like yesterday that I was a 15 year old girl learning the difference between a nectarine and a peach, and here I am already saying my goodbyes. Don't get me wrong, every day of that job was just another checkmark on my calendar until I made it to this day, it just doesn't feel like it has happened yet.
 In the last 3 years, I've made friends, enemies, favorite customers, etc. but the most important thing is that my whole personality changed. My friend Amber (who I didn't know until I worked at Pic Pac with her) told me that when I first started, she thought I was going to cast a spell on her or something. I was depressed, obsessed with vampires, and antisocial to an alarming degree. We fought constantly, to the point of her setting my hair on fire one night because I was ignoring her.
Somehow, through all the heavy watermelons, Thanksgiving rushes, and snowball fights on aisle 3, I became a better person. I'm a lot more patient with people, I make friends easier, and I'm well known in my community. I guess it took 2 nights full of emotional goodbyes to make me realize what I was really leaving behind me.

So, to all my friends that I worked with down there, thank you for sticking beside me these last few years and scaring the living hell out of me just for the fun of it. To my enemies, thank you for showing me exactly why Pic Pac is NOT my career choice. Finally, to my mother: I will never have to look for another smock again. We can all finally chill out.

9 days feels like forever and no time at all at the same time. Why is move in day coming so quickly?

Until then.