My Life . . .

So I'm supposed to write an autobiography for Freshmen Experience, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to accomplish this. Seriously? Does he have any idea how ridiculously boring my life is?

Well, I've had movie worthy juicy drama happen, but I've been too small to witness or remember it. I have only one memory of the divorce, and when Chasity got in her horrifying car wreck I was seven and didn't understand the fact that she very nearly died.

SO I sit in freshmen experience this morning, going through all my memories through each year and guess what? The most exciting things, the most important things, are meeting Gabi and Tim and Laurie and Stephanie and Kelly. My main, oldest, closest friends. You guys have influenced me, and taught me, and supported me, even when you didn't realize it, even when you didn't intend to. I can't imagine what kind of life I would have had without you guys in it. I don't even want to. All these ups and downs we've been though, all that needless drama, all those crazy sleepovers and the Fairy Dance . . .my life would be so much less without that.

And that reminds me. Gabi and I were talking about this on the phone. I really miss Lakeline Mall. It's crazy. Charleston Mall here is gorgeous. The ceiling is a giant skylight, and the food court is on the third floor, surrounded by all these pretty plotted plants and there's a huge, beautiful fountain. But every time I shop there I look around think, "Eh. It's alright. Not the same, though." I have so many memories at lakeline mall, like trying to shove Tim in the a Victoria Secrets store to see how embarrassed he gets, or buying years of cute back to school clothes, smelling the Auntie Anne's shop, looking at the Dollar Tree and remembering Kelly talking about the creepy manager there. For some reason I miss lakeline mall in the winter. Something to do with the smell I think. The smell of christmas makes me think of seeing the mall decked out and hanging out with my friends during the cold months.

Wow. Didn't mean to turn this post into pure nostalgia, lol. But seriously, I am a bit at a lost on the autobiography thing because I've never really done anything more exciting than that trip to mexico and we all know how traumatic that turned out. . . .

Oh! Speaking of traumatic experiences, we're supposed to take a picture of the department head of our major for Fresh. Ex. Well, Hollie took a pic of our department head yesterday and told us the professor was NOT happy about having her picture taken and acted like a serious bitch about it. This scared the shit out of me and Whitney and Heather. I hate mean teachers, they intimidate the hell out of me. But we have to have this pic by tuesday and I only go to school on tuesdays and thursdays. So this morning was my one chance. So the three of us decided that we'd just get it done right after Fresh. Ex. like ripping a bandaid.

We creeped up to this lady's office like we're walking to our own execution. The closer we got, the closer we walked together until I was holding onto Heather's arm. Finally we get to her door, but we won't walk in. Finally Whitney has the guts to walk into her office and ask for her picture.

She was nice. I mean, she wasn't super sweet, but I was thinking I'm about to meet the Wicked Witch of the West and we got our pictures no problem. Poor Hollie must have caught her on a really bad day or something.

So kudos to Whitney for the only one of us to grow a set. ^.^

Word of the Day: Diffibulate.

To unbutton or unbuckle

I found this on the Save the Words website. It's a list of old words that are getting kicked out of the dictionary because no one uses them anymore. Have some compassion, people, and adopt one at savethewords.org! We can't just let them die!