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Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Birthday: 10/10/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: warliefying the world
Expertise: boisterous behaviour
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/1/2003
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| Geesh. It's been ages since I've updated. I've been writing more in my real journal and less here. I guess at the end of a day spent staring at a computer screen, it's nice to write with a nice pen on good thick paper.
Yup, so, I'm still in New York. Still working for two magazines. Still exploring and finding fun things to do.
OK. I didn't really have a topic for this - I just started posting and I don't really have anything to say at this point. Just wanted to say that I'm still alive.
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| I don't know how many people still check this because I've done a horrible job updating since graduation and moving to New York but I wanted to get you an update about the hurricane.
I finally got in touch with my family Wednesday morning. Everyone is OK. The roof is leaking, but that's nothing compared with the damage many other people have experienced. My dad has been able to get to Atlanta to get supplies. My house has actually become the homebase for the neighborhood because we have a stable house, a tractor, generators, water and food. So, my fam is going to have to rough it for a while, but they are going to be OK.
I'm sorry to have to do a mass update like this but my phone has been dead since the storm hit. You can text me but I can't receive calls or voice mail (and if you are one of the people who have left voice messages, I can't check them).
I still haven't heard from a lot of my friends in the area. So, if you fit in that category and have a second, please let me a message and let me know how you are doing.
Thanks!
And, I have been much better at updating my facebook account, so check that out....
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| Oh so much has happened. I'm in the final pull for my thesis. I'm hunting down redheads like a mad woman. I even went to a redhead parade today (AKA the Sweet Potato Queen parade) in Jackson. Fun times. Crazy ladies. Even crazier pictures.
I planted a veggie and herb garden for a friend last weekend and I'm super psyched about planting mine Friday. Woot woot. I'm such a sucker for plants. Basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary, chives, spearmint. Oh baby!
Kate (my lil sis) is spending this week with me at school. Should be entirely insane considering half the reason my 17-y-o sis is driving 6 hours is to meet up with boys. At least we were able to talk some sense into her before she signed her life away for a $440 prom dress.
Nick (lil bro) sold the Mini. It was a bittersweet day at our house. No more clown car moments. No more hunting for the little green contraption after drunk freshmen had moved it around the lot. No more wussy horn. Oh, dear Mini, I shall miss you.
St. Paddy's Day plans went off well. I cooked a huge pot of corned beef and cabbage and Kate made focaccia (she prefers to call it beer bread in reference to the added Heineken).
I interviewed Shep Smith of Fox News last week. We had a nice little chat and I brought up his makeup issues. Wonderful stuff. An hour after we hang up, his press secretary calls me to find out the nature of my makeup queries. Yeah, that's definitely going in the story.
Lastly, my Teach for America interview is Tuesday. I've settled on teaching a 5-min lesson about the Mobius strip. Brownie points for the first person who can tell me what that is. More points if you know what a Klein Bottle is.
OK, kiddos, my hair needs drying. | | |
| Going to Orlando for the weekend to hang out with The Mouse. No, actually I have a fun convention to attend. Yeah, we're such a high-brow organization that our official checks say "Golden Key Nationsl Honar Society." Talk about cool.
Well, I leave at 6:30 a.m. so good bye to everyone for the weekend. Think of me and my bedmate I have not met. How strange is that? It's kind of like a random shack or a weekend hookup. Very, very weird.
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| "I'm a pill-popper. I'm a pill-popper. I'm a pill-popper." bellowed out to the tune of "I'm a girl-watcher"
You see, it all started Thursday. I stayed up way too late finishing my Teach for America application so when it came time to submit it on Friday, my body wouldn't cooperate. My feet wouldn't go up the stairs to get to the computer lab. My fingers wouldn't grip the stupid little pen that keeps leaking ink on my hand. The Safari web browser on my Mac was not compatible with the TFA program. I was just having problems.
So, instead of going out with Sara (my roomy) and the crew to Memphis to do some true soul-searching at Isaac Hayes' "Hot Buttered Love," I stay home. A nice evening with just me. Peace and quiet and me. I enjoy it a bit too much and stay up too late.
I oversleep on Saturday and am left with not enough time to shower, dress and then properly clean the house before our guests from Oregon arrive. I solve the problem by throwing everything in a laundry basket and shoving it in my closet. Presto! A clean house.
I flee the premises with my brother before getting entangled in polite banter with the new arrivals. We head off to the mighty town of Tupelo for Winter Jam, a dandy little concert featuring Newsong, Rachel Lampa, Matthew West, TobyMac, Michael Tait and some BMX kids. And might I insert here that it was a concert in north Mississippi, a creature all of its own. Nick and I score prized aisle seats. We watch the 14-year-olds prance around in high heels (girls) and pink button-ups (guys). We make a run for the front when the music starts and are told to sit down because there will be none of this aisle-blocking at this concert. Blah blah blah. What's that, lady? I can't hear you? The music is too loud? **The sound of my hair swooshing as I turn around**
Five hours later, we leave this kickbutt show. Man o man was it great (not counting the anal - can you say that about a Christian concert? - security guards who finally loosened up). It was so great my ears decided they didn't want to hear anything else. So, they've been boycotting since Saturday, causing me pain whenever I even touch my stereo. Today, I finally caved and put in the new TobyMac CD. I popped a few Advil and prayed for the best. Two hours and no results later, I pop some more. Voila! Life is now happy.
So, now as I round out the end of my tale, I realize that I haven't told you about Sara and her three boyfriends. I guess I'm just going to have to leave you in suspense.
Peace out, little home chickens! | | |
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carry on intelligent convos
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