Dress Up

Tonight I did what good college girls do. I played dress up with my roommate. I had to beg her for an hour or so but she eventually gave. Tonight was not a very good night for me to get good photos of myself. I did, however take some awesome one's of Emily.

In other news, this morning it snowed a lot. It's Knoxville though so it didn't stick around long.



It was terribly cold but it was beautiful. The photo doesn't do it justice in the least.

This was one of my more boring blogs. I need to go out there and explore something so I'll have more exciting things to share again. Not that college life isn't the most exciting thing ever. Because it is.

Irrational child fears that upon inspection were probably not that irrational.

So as a kid I think that we were all afraid of something that now seems silly. (Some of us might still be afraid of those things and refuse to admit to it.) I'm here today to share with you what my 3 irrational childhood fears were.

Growing up in the 90's was quite the experience. My first true irrational fear was one of Kathy Lee Gifford. At the time she stared with Regis Philbin on his talk show and my mom enjoyed watching it. I didn't know why I was so afraid of the perky blond woman but I knew I was. There was just something unnaturally happy in her smile... something overly perky. I blame those nine o'clock glasses of champaign. There is just something that is criminal about being that happy every morning.

This is my "please don't eat me, Kathy" face.



Richard Simmons was another of my childhood fears. It was probably a combination of how much he screamed and those terrible shorts!He would come out and everyone would start to scream,which five year old me just could not handle for some reason. Maybe I have an aversion to overly perky celebrities.

Ferbies: they are really creepy. I don't think it's because of the movie Gremlins either. I never had a problem with that movie as a child. I could be wrong though. It's like a hybrid of a parrot and a dust bunny. It learns your name and says it in the middle of the night for no reason. That's creepy.

Oh, and if you might be wondering what I'm afraid of now I'll let you in on the secret. It's running out of caffeine.

Home for the weekend and the win.

(Cool photo I took of the soap on the window of mom's car.)




This weekend I went back home to Parrottsville. Since I'm pretty much the only thing in Parrottsville I have to go to Newport to see my friends. That's exactly what I did.

When in Newport it's important to know that all the cool kids are hanging at the Waffle House. Just in case you are wondering, that's where I was on Friday night. (With the cool kids of course.)

Exhibit A: Hannah, a cool kid


Exhibit B: Amber and Katie (also cool kids)


In summery there was much eating of hash browns and great fellowship. I had a great time and I cant wait until Spring break when I can do it all again.

Just in case you wondered what we do at the Beacon.

I've been at work now for four hours now. What I have done so far:I looked up at least 240 recipes for cookies I will never make. I participated in an editing room dance party. Oh, and I took a bamf photo of me, Katie & Eric.



I know what your thinking, and we do work...we swear. I have proof!



What we're really doing here is waiting. We are perfecting it to an art-form here in the editing room. (We're also working on discovering every single web page and rap song on the internet while pushing Pandora to it's 40 hour a month limit.) Our job description is something along the lines of putting up the online copy of the paper and dragging and arranging photos onto photos. I think it should be more along the lines of professional space occupiers. We rock at that one. Today is the day of the 30 page paper...so far I have seen two pages and only done half of mine do to lack of posted material. I have done a lot of singing though...

I have a really cool job and I work with awesome people. I never fell very useful but I get a lot of facebooking done. (Is facebooking a word? And if so dose it count as a verb?) I just wait until my stories pop up on the server and then I drag them onto a page. Speaking of which, that just happened. I'm going to go do that right quick. Ok, now that's done I think I'll dance to 303 and wait for the photo to pop up.

Que Sera Sera

I've been pretty confused and stressed lately with all of my homework and personal issues. Today I was better but I think it's probably just a change in attitude. Every now and then I let things get to me. I've had some genuine reasons to be upset but I know that I cant just sit and think about them all the time. Unfortunately I've found that my dorm room is always a little bit dark and it inspires my mopey side.

Normally I just daydream about dropping out and moving to Sausilito and live on a houseboat while I bar tend for a living. I think that it sounds like a beautiful idea. I wouldn't have to worry about anything. I could make a new life and forget about all my problems. I could collect local art and go to the market on Saturday morning. I could deal with an existence like that. As you can see, I have thought too much about this. It's good to have a backup plan, even if it's a ridiculous one.

My new calming phrase is "Que Sera sera, whatever will be will be." I know that not everything is going to be right with my life. I have great friends and a family that loves me. I go to the university that I wanted to and I work at the school paper with really nice people for pretty good pay. Besides, if everything goes bad one day I can still move to Sausilito. Right?

Snowballs to the face.

Last night I was caught in the snowball fight of my life. After bowling for two hours in the University Center my friends and I stumbled out to realize that there was a whole lot of snow on the ground that hadn't been touched...and we had to do something about that.



Me, making ammunition.



Lauren, completely covered.




Tell me this isn't the most hardcore thing ever. Poor Shawn...wait, no. Not poor Shawn. He did that to me too.



Me and all my friends who were part of the fight. You don't get cooler than this, it's just not possible.

Always Reinforce Your Buttons.

Today while I was in my Political science lecture I realized that there was a loose string on my shirt. Having the irrational thoughts that I normally have when I see this I decided to pull the thread out before anyone noticed that there was a stray white thread on me. Normally something like this would never get to me, I'm not a details kind of person. Today, however was different. I pulled on the string an successfully removed it...along with the third button on my shirt.

You will find in life that there are buttons that you can afford to lose on your clothing. Unfortunately the button that I lost at the beginning of class today was not one of those buttons. Needless to say I spent the rest of class holding my shirt together while taking notes on fascism. Welcome to my college life.

Today it's snowing outside and I'm wondering how much damage has been inflicted on the local grocery store. I'm not worried too much about bread and milk though, I have enough chocolate and pumpkin cake to last. I probably don't have the best dietary habitats in the word but I know that I wont starve.

If your not worried about starving or running off of the roads tonight then I hope you'll have time to see how beautiful the storm outside really is.