My post of substance. Created just for you, Stephanie.

I just got back from walking in the rain from the bus stop. In a white shirt. With a black bra on. Hot.

I've come to the realization recently that my posts have gotten more and more... what's that word... oh yeah, crappy, since I started in May of 2001. This place used to be a sort of haven for me. A place where I would go to write out all my inner thoughts, desires, and SEXUAL FANTASIES. Okay, not really, but I did use this as a real journal because I found writing to be very therapeutic. However, as more people [read: 6] came to this place on a regular basis [read: once a month], I quickly learned that I cannot be as personal as I used to be without them thinking I was crazy and neurotic.

Hence my lame bulleted lists of word vomit that no one understands aside from a select few.

But oh no, not today my friends. Today, I will bore you with my incoherent ramblings until your eyes bleed. Yes. I will do that just for you. Even you - the kid with the hairy back.

Where shall I begin?

School (becuz akahdemiks is numba 1!). School is good thus far. I like all but one of my classes. I especially like my visual design course which teaches you the basic psychology of how things are designed, and why people are more prone to buy things if they are set up in a certain way. It's neat and I look at things differently now. I especially dislike my chemistry class. But I never go, so I guess I don't hate it that much. I'm trying to keep up with all the readings for my classes, and I'm actually not that far behind. Maybe it's the fact that I sucked it up hardcore last semester and I don't want to fail out of UT that's keeping me motivated to keep reading. I have to do well this year or I'm kicking my own ass back to Nashville where I'll attend some lame community college. Maybe I'll even start spending the night at the PCL again.

Apartment. I currently reside in a nice West Campus apartment with Vivian and Celeste. It's pretty spacious and it's very close to everything. Plus, we're right by the Sig-Ep house and when those hottie hot boys play basketball in their backyard with their shirts off... we get front row seating. Honestly, I don't have much to complain about. Oh, you know, aside from the fact that NOTHING IN OUR KITCHEN WORKS. Our sink is broken. Well, that's not entirely true. The little squirt-thing that you pull out (Wow. Props to you if you have any idea what I'm talking about) works, but it makes washing dishes a complete bitch because you have to hold the squirt-thing with one hand, and wash the dishes with the other. And I don't know how good you guys are with washing things, but from my experience, YOU CAN'T WASH DISHES WITH ONE HAND. Our dishwasher is broken. I think this was God's cruel plan, to tell you the truth. Our dryer doesn't dry clothes very well. It takes about 3 or 4 runs before all your clothes are completely dry. And last but not least, our fridge is broken, so all the food's gone bad (as both Celeste and Vivian found out when they began puking a few hours after eating). I don't even want to open it for fear that the stench of rotting meat that will contaminate the entire apartment. This leads me straight into...

Diet. Because I can't eat anything from the fridge [even though I did try a hamburger and I was A-okay. Tammy: 2, Roommates: 0], my diet has been reduced to Uncle Ben's Ready Rice (which tastes a little more like human food after I put in about a pound of salt and pepper), tuna, and goldfish. I'm also extremely broke too, so I can't afford to eat out. No, really. I know that sounds pathetic, but I currently have negative dollars in my checking account. I lose at life.

ASR. We're doing rush right now, and so far it's been pretty good. It's also been fun being with the girls again and having something to do virtually every night. It keeps me busy and occupied. Things aren't really the same now without the older girls, and most of the time I wish they were still here to give us advice on what to do. But. Change happens. Oh, and here's a shameless plug for our party this Friday.



Football. The season has begun. Go Titans. Go Texas.

Weekends. Every weekend that I've been in Austin since I've been back has been spent partying. I'm definitely living by the "Work hard. Play hard." motto. I'm also beginning to branch out in hopes of meeting more people. I've decided AzN people (espcially in the Greek community) cause way too much drama for yo momma. I'm now hanging out with people I haven't really hung out with before (like, my new drinking-buddy, Joy), trying new things, and going to new places. Now that Kelli has provided me with this evil contraption also known as a fake ID, I've been bar-hopping a few times. It's fun and my time spent on 6th will never be the same.

Dating. Ah, the wonderful world of singledom. As many of you know (or don't know), the Boy and I broke up at the beginning of summer. I took it pretty hard. I felt rejected, sad, confused. But most importantly, I was fucking pissed as hell. But throughout the few months of summer, my anger slowly passed, and I was able to talk to him again without wanting to gouge his eyes out with rusty spoons (Hi, David). We're friends now, and that's more than I could ever ask for. As for being single again? I'm enjoying it. After almost 4 years, it's definitely a fresh breath of air. And as Outkast so accurately puts it, "Might as well have fun, cause your happiness is done, when your goose is cooked". Actually, I don't know what that means, but I'm listening to it right now and it's a good song. But I digress. So yeah, I'm liking this whole "single" business where I can go out and do whatever the hell I want to do without worrying that I might upset someone. I can talk and hang out with people and not feel guilty about it. However, there are definitely times when I really miss it. I miss being able to talk to that one person right before I fall asleep, I miss having someone care so much about me that he'd go crazy if we don't talk for a day, and I just miss loving someone unconditionally and completely with all my heart. Sometimes I'm convinced that my ex-boyfriend and I are soul mates and I'll never find someone like him again. And other times I just let life run it's course. What ever happens, happens... right? So, do I have any prospects in mind as of now? Maybe. I do go to school in Texas, ya know. But let's just say I'm not looking for anything too serious for a very long time.

Climate. Texas weather sucks nuts. I hope it stops being so sucktastic soon.

So in conclusion, school house rocks, my kitchen stinks (literally), I hate Uncle Ben's, sorority life keeps me busy, football is fun, I like to party, boys are trouble, and humidity makes my hair big.

Now you see what I don't do posts like this anymore? What's that? Oh. You think I should break these paragraphs up for different posts next time? Oh. Well, I don't think there's going to be a next time. I'm going back to my stupid bulleted lists from here on out.

Run along now kids, nothing to see here...