Walking

In college you spend a lot of time walking.
Walking to class.
Walking to get a meal.
Walking to the rec center.
Walking to the union to study or get Starbucks.
Walking.

You can learn a lot about someone by how they walk.
You have the jocks. Their swag is undeniable. That, and the fact that they are usually a foot taller than me. They can saunter up to almost anyone, do the whole fist-bump hug thing, and bam- a whole conversation just happened.
Then there are the sorostitutes. Trying to see how thin of leggings they can get away with under their not long enough t-shirts and well worn in ugg boots. You can usually tell how their night went by the size of sun glasses they are wearing and type of coffee they are drinking.
There are the music-listeners. They walk around with their earbuds in, oblivious to the world around them. I could never do that, I would be afraid of missing the key sounds of an upcoming bus or biker. I like to be very aware of my surroundings.
The people who talk loudly on their phones, not caring who hears about their personal problems or what shit went down the night before. I admit, I have been one of these before. There's something exciting about having a cryptic conversation with someone that no one around you knows. It's exciting.

On my way to starbucks this morning I noticed a few things.
A girl (I'll admit she was a bit on the large side) walked by me and the only part of her conversation that I heard was "...big greasy burgers and fries..." I'm sorry but I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
I get very impatient when walking behind slow people.
Sometimes when I'm really bored, I make it a race between me and the person I'm walking next to.
I like to make up scenarios for people I see, making them have their own story.
Most of the time I have a song stuck in my head and I will walk to the beat of it, yet another reason why I can't listen to my iPod when I walk.
I hate it when girls have worn in their ugg boots so much that they are all bent in the back and they look like they are walking on their ankles. Freaking pick up your feet people.
When people smoke and are walking in front of me I always have the urge to remind them that they are going to get cancer but instead I settle for coughing loudly as I pass them.
I don't like making eye contact with people as I walk past them. I get intimidated easily by people I don't know.

Walking. I spend a lot of time walking.

Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser?

It was my birthday last week. Yeay, horray, balloons. Anyways. One heart-wrenching aspect of this particular birthday is that it was the first birthday I have spent away from my family. The first time to wake up and not have a card sitting for me on the table. The first time to go to classes and not get millions of "Happy Birthday's". The first time my two best friends weren't there waiting for me, squirming with excitement to be the first ones to wish me happy birthday. I know, this might sound selfish. But it's the little things that count right? Granted, I did go home the day after and got to spend a great weekend with my family and friends. I even got a tattoo! Ah! Girl gone wild!! (not really though) I don't know. It just seemed...incomplete. Rachel and Emily, I know you will read this and I'm going to say it anyways, so don't be offended. I felt disconnected at home. My two best friends go to school in the same town, while I am three hours away. Yes, we talk almost every day but it's not the same as being with them all the time. They get to hang out together and do special school things together that the three of us used to do. Emphasis on three. And I know nothing about our friendship has changed. We still have each others' backs one hundred percent, and we are still so close. But it's just different. Another this is while I was home, I felt like I had to choose between either hanging out with my family or going out with my friends. I didn't want to have to choose. Whenever I go home it's always a battle of wills, do I stay at home and spend quality time with my family who I miss so much, or do I go out with my friends and have fun with them who I miss almost equally? It didn't really bother me until this past weekend. But I mean, I'm over it. It's not a big deal, it's just something that comes with going to college. We each are going down our separate paths, and it's our mission to still stay close and be best friends. I guess it doesn't help that I'm sick and sitting in my room on a friday night while everyone else is out partying. Oh well. Boo hoo. Pity party over. On another note, I am so excited because I have so many good things planned for this summer and this next year. I got an internship lined up for the summer that will allow me to stay with my grandparents and get to see my cousins more. I decided I want to get an equine minor, and need to start registering for riding classes next semester. I am excited to live with my current roommate Stephanie and my friend Virginia next year. I keep running into this guy from my biology lab and we talked the other day then he accepted my friend request on facebook. I guess I should be counting my blessings that I have so much going for me. Believe me, I do, but sometimes it's hard not to get so bogged down in what's going on around you. Like this girl in my hall is seriously starting to piss me off. But thats another story entirely. I like how I've gotten so off track from what I first started talking about. Oh well, such is life. We make plans and God laughs. That's just the way it is.

Until next time.
Hugs, and lots of cheap Valentines day candy

Drama Llama Momma

When you have around 20 girls living in one hallway things are surely going to get interesting once in a while.

The question is when do you draw the line between a normal gossip and a self proclaimed drama queen?

Lately I feel like everyone is just waiting for the other shoe to drop. This one girl, for the sake of her privacy I'll call her Sally, has just been causing so much drama. We get it. You love attention. Woo freaking hoo.

The worst part is that she has started just sulking around everywhere and causing her roommate to temporarily move to our room. (Which is totally fine with me, she's awesome). But where do you draw the line. Do you give Sally the benefit of the doubt, considering she just got out of a two year relationship and Valentine's Day is coming up? Or do you say enough is enough and make her cut the bull shit? It's not like this is the first time her bad side is rearing it's ugly head. Its been going on all last semester too. The difference is that this semester all of her former friends have seen her true colors and are no longer on her side. Confronting her hasn't helped much, and hell if I'm going to sympathize with her.

All I can say, is the next time she gets an attitude with me, bitch better watch out.

;)