oSu verus oWu

I’m partial to the Cowboys. I make the usual comments on how much OU Sooners suck and make faces when I see that my sister has dressed her children up in OU apparal. But for the most part, it’s just for show. My entire basis for being a OSU fan comes from 8th grade–we were taking a poll and we had to pick a team. I picked OSU. 

Boom. Cowboy fan for life.

But as college drew near, I had to make a decision. OSU, OWU, TU, OU…some out of state college. I knew for the most part I would stay in Oklahoma. The only out of state colleges I even liked where in England–and I don’t think that I was going to get into Cambridge or Oxford. As the college catuolges were neatly collected in a pile, I knew my choices had come down to OSU in Stillwater or OWU in Bartlesville. Each had drawbacks. Each gave me a reason for going. I was confused.

In the end, I picked OWU. It was close to my family. It was close to Jordan. I had almost a full ride. It was small. No, I’m not getting the normal college experience. But I’m getting the kind of college experience I want. I don’t want to party. I don’t want to drink. I’m happy laying out my the pond, or staying up to one o’clock on my balcony because curfew is at 12:30. I’m happy here.

And that has made all the difference.

how we goin’ pay last years rent?

with grandma’s credit card.

 i bought tickets to see RENT on stage in Tulsa.

I’M EXICTED. I heart RENT alot.

 ”how do you document real life when real life’s getting more like fiction each day?”

Gracias. Merci. Dank. Cпасибо. Takk. Ringraziamenti.

in other words, thank you.

I live an wonderfully blessed life. God gave me great things. Family, friends, love. I love my life. However, I realized I don’t say thank you to the ones I should as often as I need to. There are wonderful people in my life and without them I’d be lost.

So here is my list of thank yous. here’s my list of the ones I love.

some things i like

This guy on Scrubs

this kind of cookie

This kind of car

crunch time

it’s the third day of school. and already i’m completely bogged down with homework. but as challenging as this semester will be, i’m really excited for it. i love my english lit class already. and linguistic and modern grammar is going to be good too.

work is going well. i thought i would miss the salvation army a ton, and i do miss certain people and kids. but not going to work every afternoon and having time to myself is great. plus i’m taking 18 credit hours and i don’t think i would even have time to work both jobs.

jordan and i have been dating for three years and eight months as of yesterday. i’ve put up with that boy for a long time!

 adios amigos. it’s time for lunch.

what time is it?

ummm, duh. HSM2 time!

and big girls don’t cry…

I’m beginning to feel burnout.  Any novelty that day camp had has worn off. I’m counting the days until the end.

Since I’m not working for TSA after day camp, my school year will be quiet different from my first two years. No working every single day. I’m actually going to have time to chill out, study, and hang out with people. It’s going to be nice. I need a break.

a very merry unbirthday

It’s Matt’s birthday and not mine. Which makes it my “unbirthday” so…

Statistics prove, prove that you’ve one birthday
One birthday every year
But there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays
That is why we’re gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday to you, to you
A very merry unbirthday to you, to you
It’s great to drink to someone
And I guess that you will do
A very merry unbirthday to you

my personal library

I love books. Alot. This weekend I managed to add seven to my collection for the grand total of 32 dollars. (Granted, some were given or bought for me. but that’s not the point)

Thursday

Half price at hastings. Berry is one of my favorite authors. His style is similar to Dan Brown’s.

i’m desperately seeking, frantically believing…

that someday, someone out there will leave me a comment on this thing!

So here’s some updates:

I will no longer be working at the Salvation Army when school starts.
I’m taking more classes then I want to.
I’m going to London and Paris next summer.
I’m missing my friends. Alot.