Hiatus

So, I haven't posted in nary month. I know, I know, you're all devastated.

This is how those crazy people who talk to objects must feel, being that I am fully aware no one reads this.

I have decided to study abroad in England at some point next year, whether in the Fall or Spring I'm not sure. If I study in the Fall, it will come sooner, but I'll miss football season and have my 21st birthday in a country where I could've drank long before that. But the spring semester is a whole year away.

In other news, the new semester has began. The primary reason I haven't been updating is it was break and there was all that ever-important HGTV to be watched. So now that I have homework to put off, posting should pick up again!

There I go, talking to the invisible people again.

Bloggin' In Memphis...

I am a genius. Nothing screams intelligent quite like traveling the Friday before Christmas.

In my defense, my finals schedule was situated so that this was the first day I could fly home. But of course, there is not only the Christmas rush, but also all the horrible weather in the midwest and northeast. So as of right now I'm stuck in Memphis until 7:30 tonight. At least I got put up in a pretty nice little hotel. Unfortunately check out time is noon, so I have seven hours to kill. I'd love to go to Graceland, but I kind of have that issue of no transportation and a huge rolling bag. So I suppose that's out.

Here's to hoping my two day travel experience remains only two days and not three!

I have a confession...

I ... I am a worrier. Not in that endearing sort of way, in that will-panic-over-the-slightest-thing sort of way.

Exhibit A:

Being a displaced Southerner in the Midwest, the whole concept of ANYONE driving in snow SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME. I think of it as while all these nebraskans experiencing snow all their life at twenty plus in snow years, me? I am two.

So when my boyfriend DOES NOT TEXT ME BACK FOR HOURS after he's been all the way out in bfe hunting and DRIVING BACK in SNOW, I start to get a little worried.

So I check the department of transportation website and every local news source for any word of some sort of tragic accident involving a red pick-up, because if he's not texting me back he must have veered into a ditch and must be DEAD, it could not possibly be that he's a MAN and doesn't always have the best communication skills.

This happened a few days ago, and now he's DOING IT AGAIN. With full knowledge of what my reaction was last time. If he's not dead, he will be.

On How to Have a Massive Panic Attack....

Go to your final on the wrong day.

(A day early, thank God.)

I am Toni Morrison's BITCH.

It is 3:15 the day before my final paper for English 200 is due, and instead of sleeping soundly in the knowledge that I planned accordingly and broke my work into little, managable segments to be done of the course of weeks -- HA! HA HA! -- I'm writing furiously.

Toni Morrison is making me her bitch tonight, and Absolut made me her bitch last night.

Seriously, that quote about only being afraid of losing your morals and your shoes... I LOST MY DAMN GOLD HEELS LAST NIGHT. (The morals? Gone long time ago.) I'm guessing they're somewhere at Matts, but the trick is finding them before the dog. For some reason I don't think Matt cares as much about the well-being of my shoes as I do, and doubt he has been scrambling to find them. I, however, can hardly sleep in the knowledge that my beautiful, gold, fucking expensive shoes may be serving as a chew toy right now.

Oh God, the finals...

Not posting because of THE FINALS. Oh for the love of God, the FINALS.

Help....

Aughh, it's finals time. I've pretty much got my nose to the grindstone for the next two and a half weeks. Next week is SUPPOSED to be dead week, however I manage to have a meteorology lab quiz Tuesday, a twenty page fiction portfolio due Thursday and two papers and a presentation due Friday. How does that happen? The only thing dead about that week is going to be me.

Speaking of the presentation, it's for my advertising course in which we have gotten ONE grade back all year. Out of at least ten assignments. So basically I could have anywhere from an A+ to a 2%. It's things like that which prompted me to for the love of God get out of the advertising sequence now, run don't walk.

In other news, I finally decided it is NOT okay to gain 10 pounds in three months (damn you Amigos!) and decided to start dragging my lazy behind to the rec and maybe attempt to eat healthily. So, for snacks I've been consuming hefty amounts of popcorn. Because popcorn is healthy, right?

As my one of my sisters said tonight, not when it's dripping.

I bought the delicious, wonderful goodness that is Butter Lovers, and I kid you not, my hand was yellow by the time I was done inhaling the bag. Probably defeats the purpose of trying to eat healthy.