June 1, 2012

My Hair, My Desicion

Stylist: I took off your dead/split ends so it looks healthier.
Me (Thinking): Those dead/split ends were what made my hair seem like it was actually longer!
May 31, 2012 • 68,724 notes • colouredpaper

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May 27, 2012 • 6 notes • artsyshit-times300
I have never in my life been happy for the season of summer; all it brought along was heat and sweat. But I have always been excited for Summer Break to come. And although I am a college student, which means my summers will be taken up by a work schedule and/or a few summer classes- I reminisce in the glory of the old summers, when sleepovers were abundant and books were my past time, even of the many adventures at the pool (though I mainly go to the pool now to get a tan) and days at Six Flags. Soundtracks of my summers like, Thunder by BoysLikeGirls, replay in my mind as the memories flash over my eyes. And I have to say the most exciting time of summers was near the end when I would get my new schedule for school and be giddy about the new year (until I was begging for summer again lol) and the school shopping! How I loved going to the malls and buying new clothes for school…some of my most exciting experiences (with boys!) happened on those expeditions :) But of course, in college, you know what courses you’re taking before you step into the new semester and the money my mom supplied me for school shopping has now transferred to me working for my money—but I won’t dwell on those things. For the first time this year—whether it be from the boredom of college or just a new thought—I was looking forward towards Summer. I see summer now as a road of opportunity, and I’m on my way to a road-trip of memories.

I have never in my life been happy for the season of summer; all it brought along was heat and sweat. But I have always been excited for Summer Break to come. And although I am a college student, which means my summers will be taken up by a work schedule and/or a few summer classes- I reminisce in the glory of the old summers, when sleepovers were abundant and books were my past time, even of the many adventures at the pool (though I mainly go to the pool now to get a tan) and days at Six Flags. Soundtracks of my summers like, Thunder by BoysLikeGirls, replay in my mind as the memories flash over my eyes. And I have to say the most exciting time of summers was near the end when I would get my new schedule for school and be giddy about the new year (until I was begging for summer again lol) and the school shopping! How I loved going to the malls and buying new clothes for school…some of my most exciting experiences (with boys!) happened on those expeditions :) But of course, in college, you know what courses you’re taking before you step into the new semester and the money my mom supplied me for school shopping has now transferred to me working for my money—but I won’t dwell on those things. For the first time this year—whether it be from the boredom of college or just a new thought—I was looking forward towards Summer. I see summer now as a road of opportunity, and I’m on my way to a road-trip of memories.

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April 22, 2012 • 17 notes • to-inf1nty-and-beyond
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April 1, 2012 • 3 notes
I found myself with absolutely nothing to do on Friday but stare at my computer screen, refreshing facebook, twitter, and tumblr. I wanted to watch Pride and Prejudice, but I didn’t have the movie. But then a thought occurred in my head, I had seen that our library had Pride and Prejudice the book when I had to look for a book for my History report. I had made a mental note to check it out when I had the time to read it since I had never read it. Well, I soon was bogged down with work and never got around to checking it out. Yet, here I was, no scary tests to study for, no speeches or essays to write, I had all my major essays and reports done in advance…I concluded to walk over to the library and check it out. Pride and Prejudice is such a book, any fine young, growing, woman should read, I think. It works your brain and sets an air about you. Whenever I read, all boys in the present become obsolete to me. I’d rather be single; Me and God.  I have always had that mindset and had it upon the arrival of college, but this University seems to have a stinkin brain washing system! Every senior is engaged and if you leave the university single, it’s practically a shame! They even seem to endorse finding your lover. It makes me puke. Every thing is about relationships. And so, you can’t help yourself but to find guys attractive and pursue them, when they are supposed to be pursuing you! I had to catch myself a lot of times. God will send me my husband, not me, trying to guess who he is. And so, I have Pride and Prejudice to thank, for taking my mind somewhere else and setting me back on the knowledge that I can prove this University wrong.

I found myself with absolutely nothing to do on Friday but stare at my computer screen, refreshing facebook, twitter, and tumblr. I wanted to watch Pride and Prejudice, but I didn’t have the movie. But then a thought occurred in my head, I had seen that our library had Pride and Prejudice the book when I had to look for a book for my History report. I had made a mental note to check it out when I had the time to read it since I had never read it. Well, I soon was bogged down with work and never got around to checking it out. Yet, here I was, no scary tests to study for, no speeches or essays to write, I had all my major essays and reports done in advance…I concluded to walk over to the library and check it out.

Pride and Prejudice is such a book, any fine young, growing, woman should read, I think. It works your brain and sets an air about you. Whenever I read, all boys in the present become obsolete to me. I’d rather be single; Me and God. 

I have always had that mindset and had it upon the arrival of college, but this University seems to have a stinkin brain washing system! Every senior is engaged and if you leave the university single, it’s practically a shame! They even seem to endorse finding your lover. It makes me puke. Every thing is about relationships. And so, you can’t help yourself but to find guys attractive and pursue them, when they are supposed to be pursuing you! I had to catch myself a lot of times. God will send me my husband, not me, trying to guess who he is. And so, I have Pride and Prejudice to thank, for taking my mind somewhere else and setting me back on the knowledge that I can prove this University wrong.

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March 22, 2012 • 1 note

Basement of Onlookers

Earlier this week, we had a tornado watch in our area. I hadn’t even heard the threat of a tornado since I was five and my family lived in Tennessee. Well, there wasn’t a tornado. I should have figured they would have a drill though. So today, three days after the tornado watch day, I’m intensely typing up one of my speeches when I hear a knock on my door and my RA say, “Tornado Drill.” I opened the door and asked, “Wait…for real?” She nodded, so I, being the jumping to conclusions genius, thought she had meant there was a for real tornado outside. I didn’t once think over in my head, “Tornado drill.” I was in shorts and flip flops—which did not at all go with my top—that I had changed into when I was done with classes. I debated if I should put my pants and flats back on. I didn’t, still thinking it was a real drill. I closed my laptop, intending to bring it with me, and grabbed my Bible and my bag. I then made my way down to the basement. While walking down the stairs with the other girls on my hall, it was then I realized…it was just a drill. I felt instantly embarrassed, with my laptop and Bible in my arms. How could I have been so stupid! As we got to the first floor, I stopped and shamley stuffed my Bible in my bag, wishing I could so the same with my laptop. I walked through the door to the basement and heard the roar of conversations coming from the other girls. Instantly, I felt naked in my shorts and flip flops and I would have rather stood in front of an F5 than continue down the stairs. I gulped back tears and slowly walked down. Just like I predicted, all the girls from the dorm were packed into the space of the laundry room and not just girls…WHAT THE HECK WERE BOYS DOING IN THERE! Apparently the people who were still left in the cafeteria had to go to our dorm basement. The little clothes that I felt I had left on, were stripped away and I felt totally exposed in front of all my peers. (Thank God I had not taken my shower already and still had makeup and earrings on—not my PJs and robe.) I stiffened and closed up internally as I refused to meet the gaze of anyone—especially the guys, who had broad smiles on. I stood, glued to the end of the stairs, my back to everyone, waiting for this nightmare to end. Finally, the security guard came down and told us how good we did, etc. (Along with the RD of the guy’s dorm that I had a crush on…perfect.) As we were allowed to leave, I couldn’t have gone up the steps faster. I let the held back tears gush out as the door to my room closed. I had never felt so humiliated in my entire life.