Friday, November 23, 2007

0012.

I'm breaking my rule again and writing about myself.

Rules are meant to be broken, right?

..or something.

Jontay wrote about 10 things he enjoys. And since I'm a sucker for e-mail surveys and lists, I thought I'd contribute.

1. Feeling like I actually learned something.
--Especially in church.

2. Sleeping in & knowing I have nothing I should be doing instead.
--I don't care what anyone says, sleeping until at least noon is an amazing feeling.

3. Chocolate.
--in any shape or form.

4. Creative Writing.
-- even though I never really have the opportunity to for classes. Sometimes I think I do a good job.

5. Singing.
--I go to Belmont and I'm not a music major. I don't get to very much.

6. T-Shirts
--I think people at Belmont should be a little lazier with their wardrobe. Come on, every other college is doing it..

7. Demetri Martin's Jokes
--he's just plain funny.

8. Piano driven pop-rock.
--who doesn't?

9. Camp Glisson.
--'nough said.

10. Being a lame college kid.
--board games, disney movies...you name it. :-)

sorry. I'm doing a couple more..

11. Hanging out with my home friends.
--I miss them. and it's always like we were never gone.

12. Movies and TV shows intended for 10 year olds.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

0011.

So, I usually write things that have nothing to do with my life. But I would just like everyone to know that it took me 3 extra hours to get home today because my car died in the middle of a highway.

People honked.
People were mad.
And an army soldier with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth on a motorcycle blaring "Drift Away" helped me to a parking lot.

I then sat there for about 30 minutes waiting for a tow truck that was supposed to ride me for TWO hours all the way back to LaGrange, GA to a dealership.
With a man I don't know.

I was paranoid. I'm a 19 year old girl. Doesn't that SCREAM horror movie/rape victim to you???
It turned out okay. My mom spoke to like 92048 people to get everything straight and made sure he was legit. And he was.

But still. I mean--I was by myself. What thoughts would've run through YOUR head?

But luckily I had a comforter. :-)

It turned out okay. It was a long awkward car ride. And luckily people kept calling me. It took forever. I just sat there and ate my ritz bits and drank my diet coke...

my life..

i SWEAR.

Jesus is amazing. praise the LORD.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

0010.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Does she HAVE to do that so loudly?
I sat there waiting in the lobby for 53 minutes as the receptionist tapped her bright red glossy fingernails on her desk.
She clearly needed some sort of task to occupy her time. I thought about giving her one. Maybe she should rearrange the magazines. Or go get me Starbucks. I could use Starbucks right now. Why isn't she getting me Starbucks?
Now she's doubly annoying me. She's tapping, AND the cause of my lack of coffee. Seriously, why is she getting paid?

I looked around so that I could defer my attention from the annoying receptionist.
Nothing else was too exciting. A kid poking his sister incessantly while she practices some SERIOUS patience by not responding. She must have experience in this area. It must be a common occurance. Maybe I could learn from her. Maybe I would not be so annoyed right now by Receptionist Lady. What other admirable character traits have I missed out on aquiring from being an only child? Thanks, Mom.

Y'know, for someone who is about to get a new car, I'm quite cynical.
Maybe I'll blame that on my mom too. Maybe not. That's probably not fair. She tried. How could she know that Receptionist Lady would be so useless? She couldn't have prepared me for that. Although maybe if I'd had a sibling I'd know how to better control my annoyance, and as we've established, that actually IS her fault.

I won this contest at the mall. I'm getting a brand new cherry-red Honda Civic. I'm really not a fan of red. (Receptionist Lady apparently is...) But really, beggars can't be choosers, right? I'm getting a new car. That's good. That is very good. My old car is sitting outside of the dealership begging to be retired. I think it is harboring ill-feelings ever since I won the contest. It's more defiant than usual. I try not to talk about it much.

56 minutes. Really? I mean, I know I should be willing to wait another hour to receive the car. I did much worse to actually win it. I wouldn't eat three jars of Jelly Bellies and suffer the consequences for much less than a Civic.

She got up! Receptionist Lady. She left! Where is she? She is supposed to be ready to call my name at any given moment. That is her job. Her job is to call names. How can she call names if she is not where the list of names is?

Oh, she's back.
"Mrs. Smith?"
Good.
Okay. I wonder what she was doing.

NO.
She has a Starbucks cup.
Ridiculous.

009.

Things that shouldn't exist:

+the music of britney spears
+ugg boots
+tila tequila
+mosquitoes
+nickelback
+bibliographies
+math
+accounting
+traffic
+8am classes
+redneck practices
+the phrase, "i know, right?"
+obnoxious jr. high girls (I have to come to terms with that eventually.)
+unidentifyable Glisson bugs
+shoes that hurt
+other things.



Things that should be rendered obsolete:
+actual maps
+speech classes
+gas
+Windows. [Not glass. I like those. The OS.]


Things that should NOT be rendered obsolete:
+CD's
+Animated/Musical Disney Movies
+hand written letters
+talented singers
+fictional television
+board games