Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Tears in My Eyes


I'm sitting in my clean, empty room. My roomie is gone with all her stuff and there is only me. Me and my thoughts, a very dangerous combination to be sure. I thinking about how insanely fast this year has gone and all the friends I will be leaving behind. I have learned so many new and interesting things this past year and mainly due to the wonderful friends I have acquired. I've done and said things I never would have dared to do before. This has been a time of positive growth in my life and I'm going to be oh-so-very bored at home!!! I really don't feel like writing a whole lot right now, suffice to say. I will miss my pals and happy summer to everybody!!!!!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I knew there was a reason I always liked glazed doughnuts best!!!!

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.
You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.
Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.
And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.

I think this name makes me sound tall, blonde, and blue-eyed....everything I'm not

Your French Name is:

Simone Brun

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Finals' Weekend

It is the weekend before finals and all the good little boys and girls are in the library filling their heads with all the knowledge they should have learned already, but have successfully avoided doing until now. It is the beginning of the end of a beautiful year full of fun, excitement, and learning in this higher educational institution. Summer beckons with promises of hours of reading, reflection, refurbishing my chairs, and of course a whole lot of work at the oh-so-wonderful Beach. Tonight I take a break from my diligent studies and go to a place I have never before been, Chucky Cheese. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have never in my life stepped foot inside of Chucky Cheese. This is a very big night in my life and I am already planning a killer outfit for tonight. Today I have also been de-junking my room. I have acquired a lot of useless crap since I have been here and I do not quite know what to do with it. Should I throw it away or should I keep it in the hopes that I may actually use it again? This is the question that has been foremost on my mind along with "How in heaven's name am I supposed to pass my Statistics final????" Ah, thus is my life. I will tell my faithful three readers now that I probably will not be blogging very often this summer, if indeed at all. I know that you are pretty much heartbroken right now, so I shall end this blog so that you can go cry in peace.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The girl with London on her mind belongs in Rome??? Something is amiss.....

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Where Did the Name "Ping Pong" Even Come From???


While I have been at college I have learned many new and interesting things, not only about my school work, but about myself. Tonight I learned something about myself that makes me rather sad inside. Tonight I learned what horrible, terrible, no good, very bad ping pong player I am. There are not enough words in the English language to fully express the depth of my lack of skill. I made the great mistake of agreeing to play doubles in ping pong with three hard-core crackpots (whom I love dearly). After about the 18th time of me either missing the ball completely or simply hitting so crazy that it would hit the ceiling or the wall behind the table, I realized as my teammate was glaring daggers at me, that I had never before played a "real" ping pong or "table tennis" game in my entire life. Whenever I played with my family and friends we would always make up our own rules and play anything goes. This game tonight was so structured and so competitive, it was completely unlike anything I had ever played before in my life. I had to have the rules explained to me like a little 5 year old learning to play for the first time. I must say that it was a very humbling experience. I was playing with 3 very competitive people who wanted to win very badly and wanted everything to be exactly by the book. Then there I was, little Miss Easy-Going-Whatever-Works-is-Good-for-Me and I was messing up the order of things. I was angry, I was angry at them for making me play and I was angry at myself for allowing myself to be pulled way out of my league. I don't belong in the world of serious "sports"(if you can even call ping pong a sport). I don't belong because I don't like to play by the rules, I like to make up my own. I had forgotten how competitive people can get when playing a silly little game like that. It is odd to me that they should find some much pleasure in playing by the rules and winning. God made everyone so different! My hand-eye coordination is so terrible! I can't hit a thing and if I miraculously do then it goes in the wrong direction, just ask the guy who taught my Badminton class (hehe that was a terrible terrible terrible class). Anyways, I had my pride checked tonight. The people I played with decided to quit after only one game which was very very odd for them as three games is the very least that they play in one sitting. If that doesn't help you picture how truly horrendous I am at ping pong, nothing will. I think that I am just rambling on and on because I can't decide how to end this thing. So I'm going to stop right now without a concluding thought because I want to go to bed. So here's my oh-so creative ending................THE END


The picture reminds me of what I felt like tonight, a tiny tot trying to play with the big kids.