| MIA |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|09:49 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | 311 - Champagne | ] |
I suddenly got the urge to update my LJ. Really I'm not sure why, but I am thinking its because I miss all of yall Woodstockians. (Thats right, Woodstockians.) Mike, Zac, James, Chloe, Victor, Kim, ...and who could forget Craig. I feel like I havent seen any of yall in ages, and it kind of makes me sad. Maybe when I come home for Christmas break I will plan a little holiday party or something. I always say that and then I get lazy, but this time I really will try to make it all work out.
I hope that everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving break. I know that I did, even though it was kind of weird. My dad was sick, so he was relitively MIA all week/end, I spent 2 days cooking with my Mom, so I really didnt see Adam for the first two days of break (even though he helped me pick up my parents from the airport when they got back from England). Because they were travelling until Tuesday night, my dad had ordered a cajun deep fried turkey. I was a little skeptical at first because I am super picky about my thanksgiving food (just the way I am with my Christmas music), but it was pretty good. I have to have all of our traditional things or I get fussy. The best out of all of it though is my grandmother's Jimmy Dean sausage stuffing. If I thought that I could reproduce with it and it wouldnt get moldy over time, I might consider marrying it (Sorry Adam!). It is so delicious I could just curl up into a ball and take a nap with it. (ok, thats gross... nevermind).
Anyway, Adam and I were going to go to see the lighting of the great tree at Lennox on Thanksgiving night, but I decided that I wanted to go to the thrashers game instead. (I know, I know, I am such a good girlfriend). We lost to the Rangers, but it was still a lot of fun. Then My Babies (Go Dawgs!) won against GT on Saturday night. It was a close game, but we deserved to win after we intercepted Tech's ball on the last play. We are going to the SEC Champs next week (Sorry Zachary). I cant go to the game because it is AXO Mommy-Daugher weekend, and we are having tea and making pottery. Im sure that Zac is probably vomiting right now that I am choosing to sip tea rather than go to the SEC game, but I didnt get a ticket anyway, so its no big deal.
OK, well thats about all I have to say for now. I dont know when I will update next, but I wanted to make a last ditch effort to not be completely MIA. Miss yall! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|04:59 pm] |
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Dammit, I feel like writing, and I feel like there is so much to say, but I have been sitting here for the past 5 minutes trying to figure out where to start. I cant think. |
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| Ugly Handles |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|03:54 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Mary Chapin Carpenter - I Feel Lucky | ] |
Ha.
We went refrigerator shopping like I said we we were going to, and let me just say that it was the adventure I thouhgt it was going to be and more. It ended up being a 3 hour expedition, and luckily it was successful. But it almost wasnt.
It all started when we almost died on the highway. (I bet you werent expecting that, were you?) My dad and two other cars attempted to merge into the same lane at the same time on I-85 North during rush hour. We of course swerved back into our lane and almost died when another car was trying to take over the spot we were leaving. It was nearly tragic, especially since if we had died, the story wouldnt have beat out the one of my dad getting into an accident as a result of sneezing.
Anyway, we got to my grandmother's house where we proceeded to debate what color refrigerator she should get (just like I predicted). Surprisingly, she wasnt interested in Avacado, Oatmeal, Peach, or any other Brady Bunch color. It was between black and white. Afer a good hour of completely worthless debate, we (and by we I mean everyone BUT her) decided that we would be getting black. So, we pile into the car and make our way to Brands Mart USA. It kind of looked like a cross between a creepy amusement park and a Used Car dealership. It was all decked out in red, white, and blue, and the building was unnecessarily tall with a big sign on top that had Broadway-style sparkling lights. It was then that I knew this trip was going to be interesting.
We walked in, and everything was being advertised in neon, almost to the point where the color wouldnt attract special attention to a product because there was so much damn neon in the store. We got in the elevator to take us to the second floor with all of the appliances, and as we were waiting for the doors to close, a man named Jalimario (a Brands Mart USA employee) comes olympic-style hurdling over carts and displays in order to make it into the elevator with us. So, it was me, dad, Aunt Sue, and Grandma.... and Jalimario in the elevator. Jalimario proceeds to smile coyly and practically bat his eyes at me. I am pretty sure that I threw up in my mouth a little and swallowed it. Though it was only a one-floor ride, it was one of the most awkward few moments of my life. My entire family there, and Jalimario. (That name kind of sounds like some sort of fried seafood.... like Calamari...o).
We get upstairs, and my grandmother refuses to go anywhere near the railing that lets you look down on the first floor. Apparently she has already been to Brands Mart USA 3 times looking for a refrigerator, and she said that if she didnt find one today that she would comit suicide by jumping from the second floor balcony. I told her that if she was going to comit suicide, it should at least be somewhere glamorous. I love her too much to see her go in Brands Mart USA.
Anyway, we begin our persuit of the perfect refirgerator. To make a long long long story short, I will just recount the highlights of the experience.
1. My dad breaking a refrigerator part and making it fling across the store.
2. Telling my grandmother (after spending 3 1/2 hours scrutinizing refrigerators) that we were going to bury her in it. Actually, we stood there and took her measurements with a tape measure to make sure she would fit... I think that we could make it work if she bends her knees a little.
3. Finally agreeing on a refrigerator, making it halfway through the checkout process, and discovering that the one we had picked was too tall.
4. Making it all the way though the chekout process again, but having to terminate the transaction because my grandmother decided that she really didnt like the handles.
5. Staying 30 minutes after to store closed to look at one refrigerator one more time, and watching the employees glare at us for making them stay late.
6. Eventally buying another refrigerator (one that we had never seen the whole time, that they didnt have a display or picture of, and just hoping that it would be OK), with a dialogue similar to this:
GRANDMA: So it is the same on the inside as the Kitchen Aid one?
DAD: Yes.
GRANDMA: But its a Whirlpool Gold?
DAD: Yes. Kitchen Aid is the Upper end of the Whirlpool brand.
GRANDMA: Then how come they dont just call it a whirlpool?
DAD: I dont know.
GRANDMA: Is it going to have handles like this? (pointing to a display model that the salesman said it would be similar to)
DAD: No, it is going to have the ugly handles, and you are going to live with them.
(By the way, there was one particular style of handles that my grandmother didnt like, and they were one practically every refrigerator there. So since we didnt know what they were called, we began to refer to them as the "ugly handles" as if it was the company's name for that particular style of handle.)
THINGS I HAVE TAKEN AWAY FROM THIS TRIP:
1. I will never name my child Jalimario.
2. It would really suck to have business cards that listed your profession as "Refrigerator Salesman."
3. Neon in excess is unnecessary and ineffective.
4. My grandmother is the funniest lady in the world.
5. I hope I am not burried in my refrigerator when I die.
I cant wait till saturday when I get to go back and see them try to install it, get it all set up, and hear my grandmother whine about the handles. |
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| Refrigerators |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
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| | Dave Matthews - Crash | ] |
My father and I are about to go refirgerator shopping for a new refirgerator for my grandmother. Now, I know what you are thinking. "Wow, I sure am jealous that Austen gets to go browse refrigerators with her father." I know, I know, it isnt easy being as cool as me. Maybe we will get one of those old-school ones that come in colors like "Avacado" or "Peach". You know like straight out of the Brady Bunch kitchen. Who the hell wants a refirgerator that looks like somebody accidentally put their baby (in a basket) on top of it while they had bad baby diarrhea? Probably my grandmother.
Get excited, becuase if this experience is as interesting as my last Costco adventure, then there is a super-fun update in the works! |
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| Babies in Baskets |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|01:33 pm] |
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I have been doing a lot of thinking during my bedrest, and (truth time) I must admit that I spent about 30 minutes thinking about Zac's phrase "Babies in Baskets."
It was one of those things where I was just laying there, and I was sick or watching soap operas, and nautre documentaries (because thats the entirety of daytime TV). I just started thinking, and for some reason that phrase randomly came to mind. I unintentionally went on a mental journey thinking about the concept of babies being in baskets, babies, baskets, and why the hell anyone would choose to use that concept as an exclamation.
How old are these babies? What kind of baskets are they in? Like a grocery basket? The kind of handbasket that one might "go to hell" in? A basonette? What does it mean when one says "Babies in Baskets!!" Is it good?
You know what. I am just going to stop. But seriously, that kept me amused for a good 30 minutes.
And PS, what does exanimate mean? Apparently thats how I am feeling, but I just hope it isnt something gross or inappropriate. Or maybe I do. |
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| I am having a party because my computer is coming out of the closet. |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|08:23 pm] |
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| | Some Fruity Loops Mix that James Made Himself. Pretty Neat! | ] |
My computer has finally come to terms with the bleeding obvious. He is gay. Therefore, I will be having a cookout sometime soon to celebrate his big announcement. So, forewarning, I cant really post for awhile until I stumble upon the random computer or until I get mine a sex-change so that everything is OK again. Sorry if I cant reply to comments and stuff, but I do see them and I still think that they are neat! : ) |
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| EEEEEEEE! |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|09:41 pm] |
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| | ecstatic | ] |
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| | Coldplay - Spies | ] |
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh.
I come home tomorrow. Finally. At LONG last. FOR THE SUMMER! I think I might pee a little.
Now, I just have to keep studying my ass off (like I have been doing for the past 3 days), ace this final, haul all of my leftover crap and pack it into the car, and make it down 316 without getting a speeding ticket.
Holy Poop, get excited. |
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| So Far, So Good |
[May. 31st, 2005|12:57 pm] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
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| | Toby Keith-Honky Tonk U | ] |
Well it is Tuesday, and as long as I make it through to Friday without clawing my eyes out, I should be fine. My mom is on her way up here to see me and we are going to hang out at go to movies and stuff today. I am really excited, and it will be really nice to actually have someone to pass this time with.
Then tomorrow afternoon, my friend Lisa is coming up to spend the night and just hang out up here. I am really excited to be spending some time with her, because it really has been forever since we were able to just hang out like we used to.
This past weekend was a really good one. Funny stories, actually. Friday I sat in traffic the whole way back from athens and then had to turn around at my house, grab the Mercedes and get my parents out of the Friday afternoon Memorial day weekend airport traffic. Fun Fun Fun.
Well, Saturday I was planning on spending the day with my mom and going shopping for Rush dresses, but because of her jet lag, she spend most of that day sleeping. SO, I got to spend the day with my aging, bumbling, goofy, immature, still-thinks-he's-18 father. Oh how I love my daddy. The day started out with him kissing and hugging me awake (in a purely G-rated manner! Dont think that because I am southern my father and I....eew. No.). I know that this can only mean one thing. He wants me to do a favor for him. While this conveniently planned display of affection sometimes pisses me off, I have to remember how innocent and cute I get toward him when I want something. So, I roll over and pry my eyes open.
"Honey, Honey.....HONEY!"
"HUH!?!...yessss....what??"
"I need you to do your favorite daddy in the whole entire world a huge favor....(quickly)...but dont worry! It will be fun!"
"(thinks: 'Oh Lord, here we go')What?"
"I need you to take me to go pick up my Jeep from the body shop."
"Why the hell is it in the....oh yeah, you rearended that lady when you were sneezing....OK"
So I get dressed, and we go to Starbucks to get some coffee. He knows that this is the best way to lure me out of bed and get me to go anywhere, because hell if I am going to pay $3 for coffee. Thats when Daddy comes in. (Wow, I must sound really spoiled. Well scratch that, because I am not! I swear!) Anyway, so we go to the body shop and my dad spends the next 30 minutes trying to haggle a set price that is there on the wall, idiot. Well, he succeeds, like only my father can. I am not kidding, he can knock down the price of anything, and sell an icecube to an eskimo. He is a financial genius.
Well, he hands the guy a SunTrust envelope of cash. More cash than I have ever seen at one time in my life. I bet this was so painful for him that he will do his best never to sneeze again.
THEN, while we are caravaning home, he calls me to tell me that the Braves are in town and that they have a game against Pittsburg that afternoon. Apparently he was listening to it on 640: his personal radio mistress. If a radio could manafest into a person, he would marry 640,WGST. They would frolic together and have babies. So, he gets the genius idea that we should go to the braves game, even though it is in the 4th inning. He was like "Quick, we'll just go now! We can make it before the 5th inning and we will just sneak in. It'll be great!!"
"But Dad, I dont think that you will be able to make it, park the car, and walk into the stadium by the 5th inning. Plus, you cant just sneak in like you used to anymore. It just doesnt work like that."
"Youre right, youre right, youre right. Honey, thats why I keep you around."
"Ok, Dad. Whatever the hell that means."
So, he decided that we were going to grill something for dinner that night. (A few other funny things happened, but my fingers are getting tired and I want to finish this.) So, we go to Costco: his place of worship, his Mecca, his mothership. My father will spend an entire day in Costco, and then go back the next day because he feels like he is missing out on something. SO, we didnt just go to find something to grill, we went to talk to the man in the photo booth, browse the jewelry and gawk that my mom's designs are much better, play solitaire on all the computers,compare prices on DVD players, watch the pianos that play themselves, sit on all the patio furniture, contemplate an outsoor shower, swing on a hammock, clothes shop, and lead salesmen to think that we are actually in the market for a $5000 big screen flat pannel HDTV.
THAT. IS. MY. FATHER.
So, no joke, I think that maybe all but three items in the store at one point made their way in, and then eventually out of our buggy. He picks up everything, thinks of every possible way in which we could possibly need it, or at least justify buying it, and puts it in the cart. Then, three aisles later, he takes it back out again and replaces it with something that he thinks is even cooler. It could be presliced lunchmeats, or an oversized jar of marinated mushrooms, or perhaps a 15 pound bucket of swiffer duster replacement pads (even if we dont HAVE a swiffer duster), but no matter what it is, it is momentarily gold until something cooler and equally useless comes along.
TWO HOURS LATER... we get to the meat section to find something to grill. Two hours. Cool Saturday, Dad.
I am not even going to go into how many times we, and by "we" I mean "he," changed our/his mind(s) about what to grill. Lets just tack on another hour and a half and hope that will explain well enough.
SO.... we go home, grill, eat, and pass out.
The next neat thing that happened this weekend was when Adam came back from Chicago. He brought me PINK! flowers and smelled so yummy and was wearing one of my favorite outfits ever! I just wanted to eat him alive. I was sooooo excited, and I am not really sure why. But I was. So, he spent the night. Actually, he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, which is usually my job, and slept like a baby all night long. Then we woke up, ate watermelon for breakfast, took showers, and headed to his house to hang out for the afternoon. Eventually I had to head back up to Athens to study for the test I had today (which I think I did really well on), and get some sleep. I miss him already, but I have a feeling that this week will pass by more quickly than I might think.
PHEW. My brain and my fingers are tired. Time to take a nap before my mom gets here. |
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| Deep Thoughts by Austen |
[May. 26th, 2005|08:52 pm] |
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1. If a product claims that it is "New and Improved," they are lying. That is a mutually exclusive concept. If something is improved then there must have been something there before to improve upon. If it is new, then nothing like it has existed beore. I think that advertisers should think about what they say before they sound like idiots. Duh.
2. Chicken is the world's perfect food.
3. Everyone should own at least 4 pair of jeans. I have 13.
4. What the hell is the point of armpit hair? I know that eyebrows and eyelashes are to protect your eyes and to keep dust and other particles from getting in your eyes. Nose hair acts as a filter to catch small particles and dust before you breathe it in. What the HELL is the point of armpit hair? Or toe hair? Luckily, mine is blonde.
5. I hate eye goo. Dont let me catch you with any.
6. Pet Peeve: When people ask you questions that they already know the answer to, just to hear you say it. My father has redefined this concept. He will be looking at the pile of trash that, had I taken it out already, wouldnt be there. "Austen, did you take out the trash like I asked you to do?".... "Yes, Daddy, I took it out and produced a 3-D, realisticly smelling hologram because I thought it would be funny to trick you. ASS."
7. There is no seven. It is a figment of your imagination.
8. Clearly I am bored off of my ass. Pity me.
8. (again, because the last 8 wasnt a good one) Once upon a time, my life was ruled by the Teenage mutant Ninja Turtles, splatter painted denim, and Lisa Frank. That time is now.
I am finished. Make of this what you will. |
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| Adam Paul Tully is the MOST INCREDIBLE Man in the World!!! |
[May. 24th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
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I know that I have lightheartedly been talking about how lonely it is up here. There are 3 people I know up here:
1. My roommate, who I have already said is practically non existant
2. My friend Trey, who is literally as mature as a middle schooler and consistently talks about himself and girl problems. No matter what I say, the conversation always goes back to him.
3. My friend Mandy, who is sober for about 3 hours out of every day.
I am so lonely up here, and I literally broke down crying on the phone to Adam about it. I thought that I would maybe meet someone cool to hang out with in my class, but they are all either foreign or grad students. I am so desperate to get out of my shoebox of a dorm room, but you can only go out shopping (with no money to spend... so basically window shopping) or sitting outside so many times before it starts to get really really old. If I was kidnapped up here, probably the first person to realize my absence would be my professor when he calls roll and I dont answer. There is nobody up here who cares what the hell I am doing or even if I am still alive. It is incredibly depressing. I cant even call up my mom to talk because she is in Japan.
So, Adam told me that he would come up to see me tomorrow and spend the night to keep me company. He told me this after I whined and complained about how much it sucks that he doesnt live up here, etc etc. Like I said, he puts up with me no matter how crazy or upset I get. I really do not know what I would do without him, and I really think that everyone should know that I consider myself to be the luckiest girl in the world (even though that is like the biggest cliche ever). I love you, Adam. |
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| Trainwreck. |
[May. 24th, 2005|09:21 pm] |
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You know what? No matter how shitty my life ever gets, or how much I think I am a weirdo, I can never be as bad as Britney Spears. This girl has redefined psychotic. I am sitting here, wallowing in self pity and becoming one with my boredom, and I am watching this Britney Spears show going, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GIRL THINKING.
Some quotes from the show:
Kevin: "Why are you so happy?"
Britney: "I dont know, the sex is just really great."
Britney to the camera: "I am in such a good mood right now. I have had sex three times today, and it is only 11 am"
Britney's Assistant: "Why cant I come in?"
Britney: "BECAUSE I AM HAVING SEX"
If I was her, I would not be such a skeezy slut on TV. That is just unnecessary for a girl in her position. But I have said this before, and I'll say it again. I would imagine that it is hard enough to be a celebrity and have to live up to the pressure to be thin, classy, etc etc. But Britney Spears used to be gorgeous and popular, and now she looks almost as bad as she sings. The only thing harder than having to live up the celebrity image is having to measure up to the image of your own former self. She has to live up to her name, which was once a name that was on top of the world, and she just cant do it. It think that it has made her crazy, and I really feel sorry for her.
In other news, I think that I did really well on my test today. I mixed up one point, but other than that I think that I aced it. Hopefully I will continue to kick ass in this class, because I really need this A. BUT, I got a really good GPA this semester and successfully kept HOPE! Woo Hoo, my parents are not going to slaugher me!
I ate a super delicious dinner tonight at Doc Chey's Noodle House. I had Red Curry chicken and brown rice. Oh, holy, poop. It was really good. Then my roommate's boyfriend came over and brought Alex and I some cookie cake (which I probably should have avioded), but it was so good because I havent had American Cookie company since middle school. Mmmmm... |
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| This sucks. |
[May. 23rd, 2005|02:12 pm] |
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| | Trick Pony - Just What I Do When I Cant Get No Lovin' | ] |
You know what I think is kind of rude? My roommate leaves every day at like 2 to go over and spend the rest of the day with her boyfriend, and then she spend the night there. Everyday. We are friends and have been since middleschool. Well, there is NO ONE here. I think it is kind of rude of her just to leave every single day without asking me if I want to hang out, or what I am going to be up to. If Adam lived up here, and she was all alone, I wouldnt just peace out every single day without at least offering to see if she wanted to come and hang out. I understand that she wants to spend time with her boyfriend, and even if she offered, I probably wouldnt say yes too frequently anyway, but it is the gesture. Plus, it is kind of scary to be the only girl here at night. If something happened, I am the only one on my floor. I thought that there were two girls way down the hall, but apparently they moved out. So, I just think that this is pretty shitty. |
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| Falling down stairs is sexy |
[May. 22nd, 2005|06:24 pm] |
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| | Martina McBride - Broken Wing | ] |
Hye Y'all. Well this weekend was a lot of fun. Thursday afternoon I decided that I was sick of being bored and lonely in a dorm that had about 3 other people in it. Soo... I went to Woodstock to kidnap Adam. I felt kinda sick most of the afternoon, but Adam took care of me, gave me Aleve, and actually let me nap! Then we got dinner at Panda Express which was really delicious, went back to Athens and chillaxed for the rest of the night. I woke up and went to class the next morning and when I got back, hassled Adam about being a poophead (yes, I just said poophead) in the morning.
Eventually, we made our way back to the ATL. That night, I got a wheelbarrow, an ether-soaked rag, a taser gun, and duct tape and made Adam watch The Phantom of the Opera. Well, it wasnt that bad, but he still thinks that musicals are gay. Oh well, he tried.
Haha, funny thing happened this weekend. Saturday Adam and I went to Lennox to poke around and just kill time for a bit. Well, we were walking down the big main stairs, right in the center of the mall by the Apple store and Sweet Factory, and I was wearing a pair of my mom's flip-flops. Well, they are new, and the bottoms are made of plastic, not rubber. I proceed to slip and bite it down 3 stairs. In a skirt. Neato. Well, now I have a big purple bruise down my forearm and I cant rest it on anything because it really hurts. Just call me Grace.
I was planning on having a cookout this weekend, but the plans kinda got botched because my parents didnt leave until saturday (eliminating Friday night as an option), and Saturday night Adam cooked me a yummy dinner to celebrate our 8 month anniversary. He made Spinich and Cheese ravioli with meat sauce. It was so good that I had leftovers for breakfast. (But that was also because we have redefined the concept of having NO food at my house. Literally, we have.... condiments). Actually, saturday night we played a fun game. We had to give the top 3 reasons why we love eachother....
I said:
1. He always puts up with me, no matter how badly I am freaking out about something.
2. He not only has goals and ambitions for the future, but he is actually taking the proper steps to realize them rather than just being a dreamer.
3. He holds his family highest in his life, something which is very important to myself as well, and signals the way he is likely to treat and value his own future family.
He said:
1. The way I carry myself, talk to his friends and family, and present myself.
2. The way I look.
3. That I am mature and am not wrapped up in stupid teenage drama. That I go with the flow and am very accepting and understanding.
(We laughed a lot, and didnt treat as seriously as it might sound in print.)
Anyway, I am back in Athens now and I am getting ready for a really long week. My parents are going to be home next weekend afterall, and I have to pick them up at the airport next friday. Hope yall have a good week! |
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| I am going to join Nappers Annonymous |
[May. 18th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
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I really think that my napping is getting out of control. I took a 2 hour nap yesterday, and I took a 2 hour nap today too. As much as I want to say that it is getting out of control, I have to admit that I live to nap and nap to live. Seriously, I love napping.
In other news, Oprah is my hero. Not just because I love her, because I dont personally love HER, but her show is usually pretty amusing. And it gives me something to look forward to at 4:00 everyday. Today's was pretty intense. It was about two twins, one who is 120 pounds and one who is 420 pounds. Can you imagine always being compared to not just a sister, but a TWIN who is 300 pounds lighter? That would suck so bad that it would even prompt me to eat seconds and thirds and 4 desserts.
Speaking of crazy mexican and black children in shoe stores, I am over the whole "black" thing. The chip on the shoulder is about to drive me crazy. I know so many wonderful, strong, amazing black people, and I really think that they are the greatest people in the world. But when someone immediately has a chip on their shoulder and expects sympathy and special treatment, of any race really, it really pisses me off. I was standing in line at Kroger and a lady gets in a dispute with the white cashier, because her ground beef (or whatever it was) didnt ring up with her Kroger plus card discount. Well, the black manager comes over before she gets out of control, and she is like "how come my carrrd aint wurkin? e'rebody else's cards done gone through. (looks at black manager) Youz gotta understant where I's commin' from, cuz we'ze can relate. (clearly playing the race card.)
Grrr....
You know what I miss? Those bouncy balls that you hop around on. You know those big rubber balls with the handle on top? I think that I called them hippity-hops. I miss those.
I am really getting bored up here. There is literally NO one on my hall, Alex goes out with her boyfriend and spends the night with him every night, and everybody is out of town. This really sucks. I even invited my mom to come up here and hang out and spend the night, because it really sucks being here alone. I am seriously looking forward to this weekend.
My parents are going to be out of town basically until about June 21. I dont know whether to be excited or depressed aboout that. I know that it will be fun, but it feels like with them gone and with everyone out of town, and Adam going to Chicago.... it is just going to suck. |
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[May. 17th, 2005|04:26 pm] |
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I know that between mine and Adam's LJ's y'all are probably about to vomit, but I am going to say it anyway...
Happy 8th Anniversary baby! I love you so much, and I really cant imagine what my life would be or what I would be doing without you. I wake up every morning and go to bed every night knowing that the man I love loves me back. You have no idea how lucky I feel to have you in my life and to be able to say that you are MY boyfriend. I am so blessed for everything that you have brought into my life, and I can only imagine what the future holds for us. All I know is that no matter what happens, no matter how challenging the world may seem, I will be OK as long as you are there with me, by my side. I am your biggest fan, your "lahvah," and your friend. You mean the world to me....in fact, you ARE my world. I love you with all of my heart.
OK, if you are not Adam and you made it through that without vomiting a little in your mouth, then I will get on with this post...
Hmmmm.... (thinks about what to write)...
OK, So, lets just talk about my friend Mandy. Adam knows, but where do I start with her? She is a mess. I am not kidding, she goes out every. single. night. and every morning she finds me to tell me the stories from the night before. Like the time she peed in an elevator, or the time that she jumped in the fountain downtown and started collecting the pennies in there, or when she fell out of the TEP fraternity bathroom with her pants around her ankles. Actually, one time while she was telling me another crazy story, randomly pulled a sock out of the sleeve of the fancy shirt she had been wearing the night before. I am not kidding, I havent laughed that hard with someone since my best friend from Kindergarten, Alex. One of Mandy and I's games is the "Would You Rather..." concept. We have had many good laughs about Would you Rather. Some classics include:
WOULD YOU RATHER....(And please keep in mind that some of these fall under the "you had to be there" disclaimer)
Run a marathon in wooden Hollander shoes, or Bike 200 miles with no seat, just the post sticking up?
Wear your grandmother's old underwear on your head, or your grandfather's skidmarked underwear outside your pants?
Every time you farted, a colored gas emerge from your pants, or a blinking light and siren go off above your head?
When riding a bus, have to push someone off everytime you got off the bus, or BE PUSHED. (And if you are the only one on the bus, have to kiss the bus driver and thank him profusely for the ride)
AND THE LATEST ONE?
Would You Rather...
Pee hot queso, or poop Jalapeno refried beans?
Some questions for you to ponder.
I have decided that I am really good at posting things that have nothing to do with eachother and come together to leave whoever reads my post really confused, and probably distrubed.
I guess thats it. : ) |
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| Finally, a HETEROsexual computer |
[May. 16th, 2005|07:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Phil Collins - Another Day in Paradise | ] |
If my home computer could mate with other computers of the same persuasion, it would. In other words, it is frickin' gay. I tried to update TWICE while I was home, but before I could sumbit what I had written, it randomly navigated away from the page and froze itself. Neato.
Anyway, I am back in Athens now and I start summer school tomorrow. I will be coming home this weekend because my parents are out of town, so everyone will probably come and chill at my place and we'll grill out. Thats the plan, at least. I dont know how rigorous this course is going to be, because if it is too hard I might have to stay up here and study like the nerd I am. Seriously though, the last time we cooked over at my house it ended up being a lot of fun. Simple, but lots of fun.
Y'all. OK. If you have ever been over to Adam's house and were watching TV downstairs, it sometimes randomly becomes 3-D-ish. (Emphasis on the "ish") Well, truth time. I bought a box of these nappy-flavored, sour apple swirl fruit-by-the-foot at Wal-Mart today. Why? Because on the side of the box were a pair of those cardboard glasses that have one blue lens and one red lens that make things 3-D when you look at them. I am hoping that it will work on his TV, and in all honesty, I have to admit that I am excited to test them out. (Its ok, you can laugh at me.)
Also, while I am being honest, I have to admit that I hold a special place in my heart for FIFA. It has a way of bringing everyone togther in an incredibly competitive (and therefore incredibly hilarious) way. Seriously, though you wouldnt know it because I often fall asleep, I really think that some of the comments that come out of Zac and James when they are playing FIFA could be in the top ranks of funny things I have ever heard in my life. Actually, Zac is one of the most competitive people I have ever met. The other day, Adam had gone out to pick up his mom, and when Zac heard someone talking in the other room, he claimed that Adam was home. Well, I casually said that I thought that it was AJ on the phone with someone because I didnt think that Adam was home yet. When Adam walked through the door, Zac was like in my face goin' "YEAH! I TOLD YOU IT WAS ADAM! WHO CALLED IT???" I mean....
Wow, this post has been like the Hot Dog of posts. Just a bunch of random bits of worthless information that really comes together to mean absolutely nothing. Yet satisfying. |
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| Still figuring out how to use this thing... |
[May. 11th, 2005|01:10 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | ditzy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | One Headlight - whoever the hell sings that song | ] |
Wow, today was moderately eventful. Lets see...
I woke up in Adam's bed and did one of those "Whoa!" things because I was really disoriented for a second. Eventually after laying there for like 45 minutes, I peeled my ass out of bed and whipped up some chocolate chip pancakes for us. Actually, the first ones I made were blacker than Marta during Freaknik (y'all remember that?), and we probably could have played hockey with them if we wanted to. But, after I messed up once, the rest of them were perfect. We watched the Dave Matthews biography thing on VH1, showered, washed my car, and settled in with Adam's dad for the bloodbath that was the Man U/Chelsea game. Halfway through the game I had to get online to access my student account and figure out how to pay for summer school with my HOPE hours, but I ended up playing phone tag with the Bursar's office, the Financial Aid office, the Student Accounts office, and the OASIS helpline. When I was on the phone with Financial Aid, Chelsea scored their second goal, and I really thought that it might have been the dawn of the Apocalypse in the Tully household.
I had to politely explain to the lady that all of the "FUCK!!!'s" and "JESUS FUCKIN' WEPT's!!!!" were coming from my boyfriend's dad whose Football...I mean, soccer... team was losing. I think she thought I lived in a domestically abusive household, but as long as she gave me my HOPE hours, she could think whatever she wanted. After all of that, I sat down to mind my own business until the game ended because I was afraid to distract Mr. Tully from the game (I know that that is one of his pet peeves). I started playing the original Super Mario Brothers game on Game Boy, you know, the one with about 3 pixels, and you cant really tell the difference between bad guys and coins. Well, I BEAT the game. The whole thing. I took a moment of silence to solidify my dorkhood, and then rejoyced to myself at my victory.
THEN, Adam and I went to Zaxby's for some salads, to the mall for about t-minus 30 minutes because it was closing, and then to Borders. I read an English tabloid magazine which I had to admit was pretty neato. It was basically the equivalent of People or US. Even Adam read it, but that was only because there was a cover story about Beckham.... hey, at least he DIDNT like Beckham's haricut in the pictures for a change.
Thats about it, but I promise that once I am not afraid of this LiveJournal madness, I will post things that are moderately witty, mediocrely amusing, borderline funny, partially interesting, depends-on-how-you-look-at-it neat, and even perhaps cool. Y'all take care now, y'hear? |
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| OK, I am a follower... |
[May. 9th, 2005|01:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Toby Keith - Honky Tonk U | ] |
Well, I already have a Xanga (georgiapeachie), but I thought that I should also get on the LiveJournal bandwagon... you can call me a follower if you want.
Neat things that have happened today:
1. I ate salad for breakfast.
2. I visited my grandmother for 3 hours.
3. I learned that Real Madrid isnt an English team... (and neither is
UG or PC or XW Milan...whichever one it is...)
4. I played with the smelly markers from kindergarden.
Anyway, I woke up this morning, went to brunch with my Mom and Dad and Aunt and Uncle, went to the airport to drop my uncle off, and went to my grandmothers house. I gave her the table dedication card from our AXO golf tournament dinner and she started crying. It said, "This table is dedicated to JEAN W. CLARK for her courageous victory over breast and lung cancer." I love her so much. Then I went up to Adam's and watched the new Family Guy. Highlight: when Stewie farts and pops a blood vessle in his eye. I think that I almost popped one in mine just laughing at it. Then we headed to James' house where he, Mike, and Zac were playing FIFA 2005. I must admit that when they are all competing against eachother it is a really funny sight. Highlight: when we decided that Adam must celebrate Beckham's birthday with a special cupcake. (Just kidding baby, you know I love you!)
OK, well it is my bedtime, but I will try to figure out how the hell to use this thing and write more later. |
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