Friday, February 18, 2011

I have nothing to confess...

but if I did...
- sometimes I watch my old Derby Doll DVDs late at night and wish I was still on the team

- I still believe that Brian Littrell from the Backstreet Boys will realize we are supposed to be together

- I want to see the Justin Bieber movie

- I obsess about my weight (but still eat whatever and whenever I want)

- I can't imagine liking someone long enough to marry them

- I could eat ice cream every day of my life

- I would go to my friend Megan's house instead of having her come to mine because her parents would take us to get fast food for dinner almost everynight and my parents never would

- I have a weird phobia of empty bottles

- Two other cousins* and I told one of my friends that they lived in an 8 story house with an elevator and their brother was killed by a lava lamp
*Other cousins names will not be given because this is my confessional, not theirs

- In middle school, 4 other girls and I would sit at the same lunch table every day, Mean Girls style. Nobody else could sit with us and we thought we were hot stuff.

- I couldn't remember who our current president is in class on Tuesday
I feel so much better.

-Starsy out!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

2nd Floor - Evans

That is where I am writing this blog. Right outside the Univeristy Writing Center on the second floor of Evans library. Why am I here, you ask? Because of my lovely sister and brother-in-law. Allow me to explain.This weekend, I got up bright and early Saturday morning to race to Austin to see Cassie, Scotty, and mostly Easton. Little did I know that I was driving to a dark pit filled with sickness, pain, and agony. When I arrived Saturday morning, I was handed the baby, asked to watch him for a little while, and Cassie and Scotty disappeared into their bedroom because they both were feeling a little under the weather. I thought, "Sure, I love my little man. I don't mind watching him." How silly of me. I wasn't aware that the entire time I was there a little evil, mutant bug was taking over my body.

The rest of Saturday was lots of fun, and Sunday morning was even great. We didn't see much of Cass and Scotty, because we didn't want to get whatever sickness they had. Well, so much for that. Around 3:00 Sunday afternoon, I knew everything was not A-Okay. I decided to leave Austin anyways and begin my journey back to College Station. Dumb. About 10 minutes down the road, I had to pull over because I felt so bad, but I decided I would just keep driving anyways. Dumber. I won't give details, but lets just say it was the longest and worst drive I have ever taken. This horrible drive was followed by the worst night of my life, ever. Schlotzksy's - you have lost my business forever. But don't worry folks, I am doing better now and have even managed to eat an entire sandwich AND get out of bed for more than 10 minutes at a time, YAY!

Because of this nasty bug that got passed on to me from Cassie and Scotty, I didn't even think about looking at my planner to see what events Monday held for me. Heck, I didn't even know if I was going to make it through the night (honestly it was that bad). Unfortunately, I completely forgot about an appointment I had with one of my professors about a paper we had to write for class. Being the perfectionist and award winning student that I am, I freaked out. I sent an e-mail to both of her accounts, because I wasn't sure which she would check first. I told her I was sick, but I know that excuse is right up there with "My dog ate my homework" so I'm sure she thinks I'm a big fat liar. If she only knew. Anyways, that brings me back to why I am sitting here in Evans. I am waiting for my make-up meeting with my very gracious professor. Thanks a lot, Cass.


This blog hasn't been very fun, sorry. But my life the past few days hasn't been very fun either so just deal with it. If you need something to cheer you up after this, check out the blog called "Love, Teach". It is written by a 1st year teacher who is teaching in a low-income, inner city school. It is hilarious. For real.

Party on peeps.

-Stass out.