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. 

Whatever

"Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life."Emma Stone as Olive Penderghast from Easy A

Another quote that describes me quite well: "You don't want to be in love, you want to be in love in a movie."~Sleepless in Seattle

*sighs* Soooo true. 

Procrastination

I have to admit that I learned a lot about being a sarcastic coffee-addict from those delightful Gilmore Girls. For those of you who lived under a rock for seven years, Gilmore Girls was a television show on the WB (later the CW) from 2000-2007. 

So, I'm going to steal some of Lorelai Gilmore's wit and wisdom today because it is a great example of how I feel right now. 

My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. I'm writing a letter, I can't write a letter, why can't I write a       letter? I'm wearing a green dress, I wish I was wearing my blue dress, my blue dress is at the cleaners. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue, 'Casablanca' is such a good movie. Casablanca, the White House, Bush. Why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants! 

There ya have it...I should be writing an essay, and I'm really good at writing essays, but my mind is on anything and everything BUT my essay. 

Oh, how I envy you!

I have no idea how people manage to find the time or energy for recreational reading in college! I obviously have time to blog, but blogging is mindless, and it really only takes me about 5-10 minutes to type one of these bad boys out. If I start reading a book and get really into it, I may never stop, and I will put off all my homework, which will then result in the demise of my collegiate success.
So, I ask you, blonde guy with the Commerce beanie, sitting in the awesomely comfortable-looking chair in the library, HOW DO YOU DO IT?? I'm jealous. And bitter. You suck.

Pumpkin Spice Latte=LOVE

Why is it that the best coffee is always found in or near the library on a college campus? Really, I'm intrigued. 
I mean, is it only that way for us bookworms? Curious, curious. Oh well, all I know is, if they don't have a library containing a bistro that serves awesome coffee in Heaven, then Heaven is no place for me. Kidding, of course, because I'm an angel. 
(Yea, go ahead and laugh.)
Anyway, for all you people out there who are trying to generate some creative idea for that fifteen-page paper that's due tomorrow, the library bistro is the place to be. Why do you think all those super debonair, artistic people hang out at Starbucks? Just a theory, and regardless of why they are actually hangin' out at Starbucks, I want to one day sit in (not secretly) on one of those intellectually stimulating, philosophical conversations that always take place between that guy with blacked rimmed glasses and that girl carrying a book of Sylvia Plath poetry. Seriously, next time you go to a coffee shop, look around for these two people. They will inevitably be sitting in a corner somewhere, too deep in conversation over why Sylvia stuck her head in an oven to notice that you're listening to them. 


Until next time, good luck on that paper, and enjoy your coffee. 

"Incubus of Viral Plague" ~Miranda Priestly

Yes, I realize that Miranda calling Emily an "incubus" was sort of a film goof in The Devil Wears Prada, hence the quotation marks.
I came back to my hometown for the weekend, and I must say that I do not miss the Southeast Texas allergies! I feel utterly disgusting. I can't breathe, my eyes are puffy and watering, and my head feels like it is going to explode. Oh, my, it is awful.
I will return to my lovely blog when I return to a state of health that allows a sufficient supply of oxygen to reach my brain.