Tuesday Morning

One of my favorite personal pastimes is sitting on the floor writing in my notebook. Obviously I'm not writing in my journal now, but I am sitting on the floor. I've been in my bed all morning and I decided a change of pace would be nice. 
I woke up 45 mins before my alarm went off and it's only 9:07. It feels like it should be 12 by now! 

So far, this morning, I have managed to take goofy pictures of myself, decided to skip class ( its the last week before finals and we are watching a video..), get on facebook, get on pintrest, workout (shocking! I know! I found an easy ab workout on pintrest and since I was feeling lazy decided to give it a go.), and now here I am; sitting on the floor, putting my thoughts out there in cyberspace, oh and listening to George Strait (Don't judge me!). 


I know its been awhile, Thanksgiving has come and gone. I had a great break. The last couple of days, went by too fast though. Now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, we can focus on Christmas!!!!!! 
Ok, I'm not that excited.. 

It's hard to believe that this semester is basically over. All semester I've been waiting for this, and now that its here, I feel like it snuck up on me. However, the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Yesterday I turned in my final research paper (for this semester). I know I'm speaking for a whole butt load of people when I say that I'll be glad when I get my gen ed credits out of the way and I can start on my Lit classes. After next semestre I should be able to start taking those. 

Now that I have bored you to tears... It's now 9:21. 
I almost feel motivated to clean or do something drastically productive. This is bad. Call the Preist! 

Go Clean Your Room

I live in an apartment.
It's one of the nicer complexes in the area, however, it has problems.
Like they have this nasty habit of doing inspections. 


If your like me, your all like " WTF?"

WTF?
Seriously, bro?

I completely understand that they want to keep it clean in and blah, blah, blah..
But for someone who doesn't regularly make the bed, it's downgrading to have somebody with a bad haircut and a clipboard tell you when to clean your room. And the bathroom. AND make your bed.
I used to think that I'd be happy always living in the apartment scene.
Now I realize the joys of having your own house.
Nobody to tell you when to clean your room.

And yes, I'm fully aware of how lazy this makes me sound.
But laziness is one of my finest attributes, which is why you love me :)

Also.. on a completely unrelated note. I'm watching the CMT music awards and Journey is performing with Rascal Flatts ( is there one "T" or two?)
First off... Why is journey playing with them??
Second.. what's with the asian?  However, I have to admit, he's good.
Taylor Swift didn't win anything :(  I was sad. 

farting in wal mart.

i was going to take a video of me and rachel in wal mart.. that didn't really work out. my phone died. 
oh well. 
we basically just farted around in there.. literally. she farted. i farted. it was amazing. you better take note of this forever.. i hate admitting that i fart. i know.. gross. 
why am i talking about this?
don't ask..
its late.. 
too much caffeine lately..
mt. dew is the devil.. its sweet deliciousness will soon corrupt me!  


i have to work in the morning.. i really shouldn't complain.. its only a 6 hour shift.. technically 5 if you don't count the last hour which you use to clean up. and now that i am getting good at time management i actually get out of there on time when i close.  


ok.. blog post check! 
i'm going to bed :) 

Farewell

Well the plays are over. All these things on my calendar are being crossed off. I'm excited for the end and I'm trying to savor the enjoyment of senior year wrapping up. It's happening so fast! ( I hate when old people are right)
Tomorrow I get recognized at church with the other senior.. I've longed for this day for as long as I could remember. Don't ask me why.. it just seems really important and special. Kinda like a way of saying " hey look at me. God has brought me all this way.. isn't it awesome?" I might tear up.. well maybe not. I'll grin like a mule though :)
I'm so tired. I'm chilling in my bed feeling pretty awesome.. as I think about ( you know how I love to think) it I'm quite blessed. The plays were great I, well my whole class really, had great support. Plus I get to come home to my cozy bed.. idk.. I'm starting a rant.. my thumbs are starting to hurt so I'll stop. I'm going to wash my face change my clothes and call it a night.
"Farewell. I love you a thousand, a million.."

P.s the picture is a not so great shot of me as Miranda.

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