Senior Trip

I’m driving home from St. Louis after taking care of business in the RDU airport with Karoline like it was our j.o.b., after spending an amazing week in North Carolina. I would love to be able to paint a picture for you about everything we did, everyone we saw, and every word that was said. Everything became an adventure; finding a non-existent parking spot at the beach (karli suggested we find a bank nearby to park at...we couldn’t find any banks), negotiating henna tattoos down to 3 for the price of one (if we threw in stevee’s #), witnessing stevee get 2 other #s (which resulted in fb stalking hundreds of guys trying to track one down), watching our personal lifeguard almost drown daily before using rescue techniques on herself, watching tv in a hotel room with all 3 girls by my side under one big blanket, and “love(ing) the way you lie” with our newest music video. At one point karli tried to call a remote control, we captured stevee’s priceless facial expressions while going through pain from something i can’t currently disclose to you, liz ran around impersonating a pigeon w/o realizing the camera lens facing her way was in fact recording, and I embarrassed myself time and time again while trying to mentally document our memories so I’d be able to record them to last forever. And then there was Jake. He is the Harry Potter, Twilight mocker, Inception fan, all around best man, and we all had a blast being in his presence. This trip which was our hello to North Carolina, became our goodbye to each other. Too quickly time with my brother-in-law, niece pup, and sister is reaching the point of holiday occasions. I’m going to college, trying to grow up, and while liz will be back to move me in, I reluctantly said bye to the other two. As far as my girls go, this was our last outing. We’re not quite at goodbye, but our late nights turning into early mornings and eating snacks for every meal including snack times b/c calories can’t touch us...those days are gone. It was a good way to go out.

But don’t worry girls, if we managed to fb chat it up while in the same apartment, i’m sure we can handle sharing some late night snacks and early morning talks with just a few states between us.

sinful sugar

Today the sky is particularly happy and sunny, but I've been a bit blue. Girls, a little feel good 101: make up is our best friend. I applied my clinique "super fit" foundation, mary kay bronzing stick, and mineral eye shadow (honey spice to keep a naturally glowing theme). Even then, no giddy girl came shining through the rose blush. No worries, I would embark on my daily study of Paul and not only complete the last few verses from the previous day's Bible study, but do today's as well. I mean come on, God, the answer to questions that have yet to be been asked. I looked at my reading guide and today I was to read about the struggles of sin, not exactly uplifting. Like a good girl I wrote my prayer and read my scripture, but still felt the need to wiggle and jiggle (not in front of a mirror. jiggling in front of mirrors must be prevented at all times). Solution? A drive. First came the fries. my body said "whaaat? what is this? partayyyy!". I also upgraded, medium fry! woot to the woot. This will sadly contribute to the unwanted mirror jiggling. None the less, happy was coming. I was listening to a song that said, "I can see the light before the end of the tunnel" and it came to me...fountain soda. Sugar, all i needed. I grabbed my mountain dew and smiled all the way home. My justification for finding more happiness in my soda than in the teachings of Paul in Romans 7? God definitely put that song on the radio which lead me to buy such goodness that sends fake feel good signals to my mind and soul. Thank you Creator of the universe.

My stalker dad

So yesterday I reminded my dad that I'm leaving for college next month. I explained how I'd be spreading my wings and flying somewhere without a map for return. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but at the time I think I wanted him to get something for me and honestly college is my strategy for keeping him tied around my finger. I know, so wrong. But, it all back fired in my face. He won't stop following me! I go to Old Navy, he follows. I go to the post office, he follows. I go to the kitchen, he's right behind my every step. I know this should all be endearing, but then there are expectations. I'm his only little girl, and in return I think he expects to be the only individual I care to see, ever. Sure, he's the only man in my life, but when the sun goes down, so does daddy-daughter time. But even as I walk to my car waving good-bye, he follows. He opens the door and is standing right beside me, checking for strangers in the back of my car, listening for the clicking of locked doors, and walking my reversing car down the driveway. Never remind your father that you're leaving, but if you do, show him a map promising your return.

Want to be my friend?

I'm in dire need of a friend. Well, maybe a man. Yup, that would solve all of my problems. Someone to buy me chocolates that I have no use for except to save for an inevitable later date when i will use them to drown my sorrows. Yes, I need a man. Friends, those are great, but they get boyfriends. And then suddenly times like the 4th of July become nothing but an excuse for laying on a blanket amidst a dark night. Where am I in all of this? Eating the chocolates from last year. I should prolly put a small disclaimer on all of this. You don't need to call my parents out of concern. I'm actually writing this with a smile. A bitter smile? haha perhaps. None the less, a smile. Strangely, I'm perfectly content being single and having my mom as a friend. I'm actually pretty pumped about all of this. I get to do something my friends don't. I get to watch fireworks; forget the blanket, my eyes will be on the sky.

First stop

We just sat down at a bakery beside our terminal. Mom and Dad just left to do who knows what. I love the feeling of freedom, even if it didn’t even last the duration of two sentences. He’s back. We’re about to embark on a Freeman adventure. We have bruce who completely practical. We have Lu who just came back from the bathroom giggling “watch the faucet, it splatters”. Have you ever seen those shows with the long lines, or maybe you’ve been to an amusement park like this; there are cones and lines prearranged that loop-d-loop forever. Well this loop-d-loop wasn’t half full and ppl. were skippng to the front. But not my mother. She’s the one that loop-d-looped from the start, alllllll the way to the front, while the gentlemanly businessmen waited and smiled for her to pass, before skipping to the front. Quick reminder of Bruce, he’s the one that didn’t laugh due to his high levels of focus on trying to figure out if we were in the right place. And then we have me. I’m just “that girl” who is pretending to be on the internet, but is just typing on a regular page that I’ll later post on my blog b/c i can’t figure out how to get on the internet. Now, we aren’t hicks. To prove that Mom is carrying a stylish beach hat...because it looks “vacationy”. First stop...complete.

A Whole New World

It’s official. I’m one of them. I got my mac yesterday, which means I now also have an iPod touch, seeing that a free iPod is part of the current promotion. Technology and I have never been bff (that’s a title only very few can hold). My mom set up the laptop and a friend put music on my iPod. I’ll tell you a secret...I’m a little ashamed at my inabilities, but let’s just keep that between us. None the less, here I sit, in my long hippie skirt, Coldplay turned on loud, and typing away on this shiny object with a glowing apple. I’m home alone right now and totally feel like holding a conversation. Nothing too deep, perhaps just exchange a few jokes or discuss the highly disappointing weather that has prevented me from laying out and getting perfectly bronzed shoulders and cheeks. I’d chat with my local companions, but my fingers are tired of texting because I haven’t had the perfectly shaped long fingernails needed to type the correct letter on my palm ever since the keypad decided to fall off. It appears that a new phone has been put on hold once again, seeing that within the last week alone, I have become dear friends with our FedEx guy who now knows me as “### somethingsomething street”. Please understand that my address substitutions have nothing to do with my lack of trust in you, but rather my cautious behavior towards the unknown world of internet users. Ahh how I wish I could be discovered by the unknown (only the safe non-creepy unknown) and become known. BACK TO MAC! Maybe now I won’t feel so left behind when I go to college and am surrounded by Mac labs for the 4 years of my Communications major. Just maybe I’ll now be able to sit down and write an article for the magazine!

Thanks for letting me ramble. Learn something new today, let the unknown become known. You should probably listen to Yellow by Coldplay while you search for that something/someone special. Safe travels!

Becoming Anne

So I’m sitting at the river. I know, totally not safe for a young girl...hopefully Mom isn’t reading (if you are I have my keys by my side ready for attack if anyone approaches). Tonight I can breathe. I’m totally in “Anne of Green Gables” mode, feeling the breeze come off the river and listening to faint sounds of crickets in the bushes. I couldn’t even make it through that sentence without laughing at myself, audibly. This little town isn’t so bad. Sure, we got excited when Best Buy came to town and yes, parking lots are still hot spots for hanging out. But it’s quaint. And it holds within it kindred spirits. Anne would approve.:)