Letting go of old cheese.

At what point do you decide it is old enough to let go of? Or at what point do you decide that you hang on and ride it out for the really rough days? What if those rough days consist of every day?

My sad little heart has been shattered. I knew it was going to happen one of these days, and at least now it is over. Supposedly, we are on break, or something. But who are we kidding here?
I have resolved these things I will not do in a rash dramatic attempt to make a statement. I will not join the service, enlisted or otherwise, I will not cut or color my hair drastically, I will not binge eat, I will not become bitter or wallow in self pity, and I will not say anything I will regret later.

I supposed I am being a little drastic, this might not be the end. This might be just what we need, but I am trying to steel myself for the worst, and the most painful. I have always been wary of completely trusting people. I will not let this jade me! I will become stronger, more independant, develop a new skill, and invest my extra time in others. I will think big! Plan hugely for the future! I let myself dream bigger than ever, with nothing holding me back!

Editor's Note: I believe this was a link to a picture of Sarah and Jared. Cute, but well, completely unnecessary to see. If you truly want to see it, contact Laura.

If I do say so myself, we look adorable together. But I think Laura touched it up to make my face look thinner! The joys of having intelligent people on your side!

There are certain people in life who are so pathetically sad, they have to get their jollies by torturing poor, innocent fast food workers.

First of all, you have the people who drive up to the window, and park as far away as possible. So you have to throw yourself out the window, with their eatable purchases outstreched. Of course, they do not take them from you right away. So you are stretched out in the freezing weather offering their food to them like some sort of orphan alter child offering food to the gods.

Then, you have the people, who instead of ordering things off the menu, like intelligent people. Have to make every item in their order special somehow. And then, once you give it to them, they act like they deserve it! Very annoying.

I could go on for quite awhile, and I realize this is a very shallow and petty post. But I have five papers to write, three weeks worth of math homework to do, a Psyc exam to prepare for, and A & P labs to prepare. So, laters!

I have guiltily decided to start posting again... so watch out world here I come!

My life is rather boring, so either I must potificate annoyingly or make up things about my life.
I have convinced myself I am going to die of my own stupidity as evidenced by today's chain of events.

First of all, after I took Mrs. Linda flowers at the hospital, I came trotting out to the parking lot where it was snowing quite heavily. I began looking for the car, it normally takes me awhile, but after 15 minutes of searching, I became concerned, after 20 minutes of searching I became panicked and after 25 minutes of searching, I became convinced they had towed my car. After half a hour of searching, I finaly found my little Saturn. By then, I was literal mess. My face, to which snowflakes had origionally been clinging cutely, was now a soggy mass of running mascara and smeared powder. My feet were cold, and my hair was straggly. In this half hour of combing asphalt, I managed to get a offer for a ride, by some concerned bystanders.

Since I couldn't let my stupidity end there, I went to Wal-Mart to go grocery shopping, only to come out a hour later to discover I had left my lights on. Completely not smart. And, my jumper cables were having issues, so after 10 minutes of standing in the still wet, blowing snow, I figured out they weren't working. Alas! I need someone to save me from myself. =)

I have decided, with this whole advent of modeling school, I should begin my strict regimine of lettuce leaves and carrots. Bland, but thinning.

Anyways... I have to go do homework.