Today, I watched this episode of Scrubs before I went into work.
Here's a clip from the beginning of the show:
This semester marks my 7th consecutive semester as an active of Alpha Sigma Rho after I crossed in the fall of 2003.
God, that makes me feel old.
Throughout high school, I always made fun of sororities (or "sorostitutes", as I liked to call them) and fraternities, thinking that they were organizations where you had to pay for your friends. I thought greek life revolved around partying, drugs, superficial friendships, and empty relationships. So if you were to tell me four years ago, that I would be president of a sorority one day, I would have snorted milk out my nose and onto your face. And I don't even drink milk.
All I can say about my experience in being in ASR, is that my college life would not have been as fulfilling and rewarding had I not joined. And never had the number #32 meant more to me than it does now.
Anyway, there was a reason why I went into this whole schpeal. Rush starts this week, you should come.
I can't believe how much my niece has grown over the past year. It seems like only yesterday when I helped my sister-in-law push this growth out of her vagina give birth to this beautiful, tiny, 6 pound baby. She is seriously one of the cutest things I've ever seen.
Still doesn't make me want to have one, though. Sorry, Mike!
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Now here's a long video of Madeline eating a chicken bone. Enjoy!
Austin is cold. Well, more specifically, my room is cold.
I've had to sleep with sweatpants, a t-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and two down comforters for the past week. Oh, and I had to put my fatty cat on top of me just to keep me warm.
Why don't I just turn on the heat, you ask? Well, it's already on, and I'm afraid if I turn it on even higher, my roommates room might catch on fire. I don't get how in a small 1000 square-foot apartment, the temperatures could be so drastically different from one room to the next.
I think I just need my cuddle buddy to keep me warm in my tiny twin bed.
Remember when I said that Blogger is the shit, and it is, and forever will be, much better, more sophisticated, and much prettier than Xanga ever will be? And remember when all of you said, "no way"?
Case in point:
To my Georgia sisters,
Thank you for driving 15 hours all the way to Austin for convention, despite only spending a mere 32 hours here. Oh, and sorry about that whole, "really bad weather" thing. Can't wait to see y'all again over summer!
You know you're an emotional trainwreck when you cry to an episode of Futurama.
FUTURAMA, for cryin' out loud.
But in my defense, it was a good one.
Today at work, I met the first woman to have her wedding in space.
I shit you not. I can't even make something like that up even if I tried.
She will be married in 2008... IN OUTER SPACE. This whole concept absolutely blows my mind. I have so many questions for this woman-on-crack! Like:
I've worked every single day since last Monday (excluding Christmas) - not just at Barton Creek, but at Highland Mall as well. I'm fuckin' worn out. I'm so sick of J. Crew - the clothes, the visuals, the clientelle, the "I bought my girlfriend this jacket at full price but now it's 40% off, can't I just return it and buy it again with the discount?"
Going home couldn't have come at a better time. I'm flying back to Nashville tomorrow afternoon and will be there for a week. So if you're there, I better see you motherfuckers.
Can't wait, can't wait!
Dear lady who would not spend $3.24 on a really cute tank top,
40 percent off of $4.99 does not equal a dollar. And since when have you not paid a sales tax while living in Texas? Please learn some fucking 3rd grade math. I don't know how you made it this far in life without learning simple arithmetic.
Sincerely,
Tammy
Wow. I did not expect to get 7 cookies by Christmas. You guys continually surprise me. Guess I'm gonna have to start finding good stories to write about for the new year. In the spirit of this holiday, I leave you all with quite possibly, the BEST Christmas message of all time from my dear friend, Stephanie (hope you don't kill me!).
