Cinq

Day Five:

I am DONE with practices for the week, so I decided to treat myself to a Grande Caramel Frapp and some Barnes and Noble time.
Note: I did not purchase the Caramel Frapp at B&N. I have a firm belief that it's just not the same as going to an actual Starbucks.
Anywho...I've been sitting here for about an hour typing out some notes for my brit lit class, and there's this "English bloke" sitting a few tables from me (how befitting, right?). I absolutely adore an English accent. I almost kinda desperately want to ask him what the hell he is doing in Beaumont, Texas, where his absolutely B-E-A-U-tiful language is slaughtered on a daily basis, but I shan't. The even more adorable thing is he's sitting at the table with two equally adorable old ladies with equally lovely accents. One of them is talking about her "flat" that she lived in as a teen. I envy her...well, I envy her teenage self from about seventy-five years ago, anyway.

Trois/Quatre

Day Three:
I did not intentionally skip over Valentine's Day. I actually had a lovely "Single's Awareness Day," but I simply could not work blogging into my insane Monday schedule. With that said I shall move on...

Day Four:


Why, oh why, are guys so incredibly stupid? No means no...no, really, it does. With me, "No" is not a game. I'm truly not playing hard to get. I TRULY want you to leave me the hell alone is all that "No" implies when it comes out of my mouth.  Thank you very much.
That's my gripe today. Short and sweet. 

Deux

Day Two:

*Le sigh*

Seventy-nine days to go. Sundays depress me because it means tomorrow is Monday, which means I have five more days until another weekend begins. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I HATE Valentine's day, and it's not because I don't have anyone to spend it with. I hate it because of everyone who bitches because they don't have anyone to spend it with. It's just another day. You'll still be single the day after Valentine's Day (assuming you aren't desperate enough to call up some ex to take you out), and chances are, you'll live through it.
I have a date with a volleyball tomorrow night, and being too tired to do anything else after practice, I will probably then go back to my dorm, put in a good movie, and do homework. I might even forget completely about it being Valentine's.

That's my gripe.

Let the countdown begin...

I've decided that I need the next three months to go by as quickly as possible, so I am going to try really hard to make an entry in my blog every day for at least, well, the next three months. 


Day One:


There's nothing going on today that is really worthy of blog space, but I have about a million thoughts that go through my mind every day, and some of those thoughts, believe it or not, are worth (at least to me) blogging about. 
Right now, the only thing I can think about are the long few months ahead of me, but May will inevitably approach, and I will be FREE. Of what? College volleyball, dorm rooms, roommates, and all the drama, stress, and overall inconvenience that comes with those three things. I am beyond excited, which just means that Time will drag his feet to make my life miserable. HOWEVER, I will not break down. *Deep Breath* I can do this. 
People say that college can be some of the best years of your life. Of course, they also say that your freshman year is supposed to be the hardest, and the first semester of your freshman year is supposed to be the hardest part of your supposed hardest year. I think I accidently hit the repeat button; therefore, I am reliving my first semester all over again...I'm just reliving it at a different university, and I'm doing it without the crazy girls in Commerce who got me through the semester up there. *Sighs* I miss them terribly. 
Again, I can do this.