Someone in this history class smells like sunshine and all things wonderful.
I wish I could totally disregard tests and that showing up to class was enough to graduate from college.
OH MY GOD
I’M SO BORED
I forgot how boring my house was at night. My parents go to bed at 6. TV can only do so much for me. And our internet is Hughes Net, aka the pinnacle of shit. I would leave and go for a drive, but if I go to Hattiesburg in broad daylight they worry.
SAVE ME FROM COLUMBIA
For the first (and probably only) time in the history of college, we have no group work in Spanish 102.
Be still my heart!
My Tuesday/Thursday classes in gifs:
My Monday/Wednesday/Friday classes in gifs:
Inro. to Creative Writing:
Indians of North America:
And what I’m assuming Spanish 102 will be:
Things I am grateful for that I should express being grateful for more often:
- One pair of really great, open minded and super supportive (like Dick and Margaret Lemon-level supportive) parents who love me unconditionally and are generally amazing.
- Awesome roommates who double as awesome friends.
- ALL of my friends from home and from Oxford.
- A boyfriend who loves me and treats me well.
- Having not just one but TWO houses to come home to.
- General good health.
- Being able to afford a college education, even if I do complain about it constantly.
I don’t consider how lucky I am as often as I should.
- Become a ukulele goddess
- Shed coat of winter fat and enter springtime as a slender-ish butterfly
- Do well in school
- Stop online shopping
- Find a job
- Grow my hair out
AND SO IT BEGINS.
I haven’t made a personal post in quite some time, so I thought, why not?
Christmas break has been very nice. It’s just the three of us- Mom, Dad, and I- and this year it has been particularly warm and cozy. I spent today pantsless and braless and watched Christmas movies with Mom and Dad.
Let me tell you, there is no greater joy in life than being braless. Oh, how I wish I had bosoms manageable enough to wear without a bra. Alas, this pipe dream will never reach fruition.
Mom and I have baked like beasts this year. Cookies, fudge, bunt cakes, breads, and we even made a bread pudding like the one in A Christmas Carol! It was really good. I got the recipe from my Harry Potter Cookbook that I somehow forgot about. It was a bitch, though; I’ pretty sure we will never do that again.
Our neighbors have been particularly friendly this year as well. My parents and I are a clan of recluses and homebodies. Very rarely do we voluntarily interact with our tight-knit community. So this year, when a slew of neighbors showed up giving us stuff, I had to check outside to make sure no one had posted a sign on our lawn that said, “Free steaks and macaroni n’ cheese!” or “Here lies the great temple of Teotihuacan, god of the sun. No virgins, just cookies!” (Not that I’m complaining.)
It’s been nice seeing my best friend from home, Courtney. We always have a blast when we hang out. It’s such a shame that I can’t come home and visit more often, or she can’t come to Oxford to visit. But such is life.
Hmmm. I wish I could put all of my friends on a boat and sail them out to a private island. Then all of my friends would be in one convenient place! Actually, scartch that. Private island = not very convenient. I’m going to try again.
I wish I could put all of my friends in the bed of a truck and drive them to a spacious holding facility, not unlike one used to store commercial cattle. Then all of my friends would be in one convenient place! Better.
OH. Have I told you guys what my Christmas Eve gift was? A KINDLE. I was really torn, because I’ve been one of those that has pledged to remain exclusive with physical books. But… God, the Kindle is so cool. I’m reading Bossypants on it and it is PREMIUM. I’m sure I can find a happy medium between e-books and book books.
Okay, well… That’s it. I’m going to stay up until 5, wake up my parents, open my presents, eat delicious pancakes, and sleep the day away.
Merry Christmas, Tumblr!
Studying at High Point.
It is cold and sad and very, very wet outside. Some people like to study when it’s gross outside. I, on the other hand, want to curl up beneath this tiny table and go to sleep. But LOL NOPE. Here I am, up since six o’clock, dutifully studying.
Why did I leave all of my boots in Columbia? The weather today may prompt me into buying a pair on the Square just so I may survive this frigid monsoon.
Can I just opt out of exams? Or write a funny poem or knit my professors something so I don’t have to take these things?
Also, I’m still sick. I have no idea how long I’ve been sick. It’s been at least three weeks.
JUST KILL ME NOW.