"You're A Jerk"

(I am going to write this in the same way I would actually talk to my roommate. )

So kinda funny. Last night I wrote this enormously huge excited blog that just explained my enthusiasm on being alive. I just read it and realized how obnoxious it was. I capitalized most of my words and used way to many exclamation points. Sooo... I will just post lots of pictures and give little explanation.

Friday: well lets say their was some fires to put out and a lot of talks and drives. But the night ended in smiles and a newly decorated apartment. It was quite a journey.

Saturday:I worked from 10AM to 6PM. Then I went to ANOTHER ONE of Ashli's receptions. (Same guy, just different place:]) Rocky, AJ, Hailey, Marshall, and Cody went with me to the dance at school. It was such a BLAST. We saw boys dance to "The Jerk". (youtube it?) The night ended with AJ and I practically yelling the TOMS story at Hailey. (We just get so excited.)

Sunday: Made a HUGE dinner. Had at least 20 people over to eat.

I realize most everyone just looks at my pictures, so here....

Go Wild!

School is cool.

weekend time.

Oh goodness.

That sentence just about explains my current thoughts.

I am in my second year of college and I finally am feeling like a college girl. I am shopping, acting, talking and looking like one. How does one truly turn into a college student you might ask? Well let me tell you.

It starts by knowing that school is a privilege. That getting a higher education than required by state law is absolutely one of greatest experiences you can have. Not only are you adopted into a world filled with scholars, it automatically throws you ahead in future competition. I wake up everyday, very tired, feeling so blessed for my parents that gave me this opportunity.

Once you are in your classes, you have to know why you are taking the classes. My mistake last year was, quite possibly, I didn't see the big picture and went to class without a purpose. I know now that each professor I meet will provide me with a stepping stone to my goals. Recently I have really started to see the relevance to each class and my career choice.

I never really had to study in high school. I am not a genius, as I am reminded each day, but I didn't have anything to challenging. Plus I knew how to work the system. Now they are working me, hard. I study every single day, and try to learn the next day's lesson to prepare myself. I had my brother install a desk, and went to the library as soon as I had time. My time is always occupied with thoughts of school and homework.

Last semesters I never had to concept of a college budget. It wasn't that I had a magic plastic card, I just wasn't smart about things. Now that I just bought my very expense books, I might have to eat the covers for nourishment. Tuition is always expected, but the books catch me off guard every time. I am shopping wise now, and using each penny wisely. And I like it. I like that sometimes I have to say no to eating out, or buying a ton of unneeded items. It makes the times I actually do things more fun, and my little sunflower plastic card isn't so strained.

Finally, I am actually trying. I get up each morning hours before school begins to take a shower, blow dry my hair, put make-up on, find a original out-fit, pick out matching jewelry, etc... It is different from the past when a ponytail, t-shirt and flip-flops was decent.

I might be a little intense about school, but I just am so excited each day. I am here, learning about the Egyptians, reading Chopin and discussing conservation of energy. How often can you say you do this? Only one point in your life really- when you are a college student. I am just soaking it all in.

This past week feels like a month. I run from one class to the next. 8AM to 4PM straight everyday except my sweet and glorious Fridays, which are 9AM-2PM. It is scary sometimes; I wonder if I am going to be able to complete this load and have a growing GPA? But I am blessed to have a few open hours to attend institute, which might be the best part of my year and get me threw the stressful times.

All in all, I am going to school. I am busy. Everything is going fast. Sometimes I feel like my feet are scrambling to catch up to everyone running past me.
And I love it.

this is college.

This is homework.

We watched this video in my Writing about Literature class. Now I have to write about the plot, summary, characters, etc...

Although it is extremely entertaining, my multiple English classes might be the end of me.

last first day of EA

Because it is the first day of school I feel like a post is appropriate.

Alyssa just told me "I am taking a shower! I am pretty sure a bat pooped on me." (more on the bat later) So I laid down with my laptop to do some late night writing. As I started she yelled "BRITTANY!" and opened the bathroom door again to say, "Do you ever think, 'Brittany is my roommate?'" I just laugh. It has only been two days and we are still getting use to actually living together and having classes with each other.

There is plenty more I would like to write and say but due to my droopy eyes, I am going to say
goodnight.

"Young Love."

A year ago today I moved into my apartment and met Ashli.
Today I went to her reception.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Young.

Summer comes to an end...

Summer lovin' had me a blast

legit dorks.

It seems that this summer I only have 2 speeds. Either I am sleeping, or I am running around doing a thousand things at once. And although I look forward to going back to school where I don't have to wake up every morning at 5, I will miss my diverse variation of activities I've had these past 3 months. Let me show you what I've been up to.

summer lovin', happened so fast

Polly Pocket's and such.

It is now- as I am surrounded by barbies, dress-up clothes and tea sets- that I realize how extraordinary my life is turning out to be. This morning I spent a good 2 hours researching Grad schools, and already stressed out about getting accepted. I made a million different goals and deals with myself in about 5 minutes time. After exhausting all the stress bones in my body, I decided to organize the girls play things before I leave for another year of prerequisites.

Putting away my Polly Pockets makes me stop and think. I can remember being in my first house, having all my different Polly houses scattered in a perfect circle on the floor of my little room. Talking to each Polly Pocket. Some were getting married, others where in gymnastics, and my favorites where a mom and daughter on a porch swing. It seems like just the other day. I can remember when my perfect day required sandwiches, bugs, my little dog and barbies.

Now I am analyzing my GPA from every angle, researching classes, and praying in 3 years I get an acceptance letter. And while some of my actions might be a little too intense, I think for a college girl, I am right on track. But I also know that just as I never thought school could ever top playing with barbies, in a few years I might be dreaming of something else. I know that, with me especially, nothing ever goes quite the way you plan it- I have daily reminders of that. And for that I am grateful. If I was able to keep to all my original plans, how boring would my life be?

So, as my room was once filled with Polly Pockets and now packed books, I can't wait to see the amazing things I collect on my way to the 3 short years ahead of me.

What an extraordinary life it is turning out to be.

Pool. Dirt. Bubbles.

So I never posted these pictures. But I love them. And the people in them.

Rocky was a little rough in the pool, but the girls loved it! Honestly, they are more tough than I am. My favorite has to be those lazy days just hanging around the house with them. ;]

Saturday Morning Parties.

Happy birthday

Uncle Jeff!






Saturday birthday breakfast at the airport is the best.