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Friday

Today is the first friday of my last fall semester of school.  Ever.  Which is exciting. 

I am still working on my schedule, but I think it is going to work out.  Obviously it is going to work out.  They won’t let me stay here another year, they will work it out if I can’t get it together.  But I think I can. 

I’ve been having a hard time about whether I should take the environmental law practicum or not.  I think I am going to, even though Christian has abandoned me at this crucial moment (but I’m still trying to talk him into moving to Denver with me). 

Right now I am burning CDs that Ian gave me.  He and Megan keep me up on all the cool music.  All the cool music that I couldn’t get from James – my new best friend in Colorado. 

Okay, I’m going home, I’m starving, and I have to be back to go to class at 12:30 on South Campus.  Yeah, that’s what I said – SOUTH CAMPUS!

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I had a nightmare last night that the vending machine prices went up and that I didn’t have enough change.  It was really scary and I woke up sweating.  AND I just realized that I threw away a cap from my Mr. Pibb that was a winner. 

I am currently signed up for 7 hours worth of class.  This is a bit low, I really need around 13 or 14 hours of credit for the semester, and it really panics me that I only have 7 right now.  But I can’t do anything about it since there is no registration today.  AND I went to a class today where I paid attention and took notes – only to get an email that I am not allowed to be in that class and that I must drop it. 

So I have a book I have to take back, and 6 or 7 more hours to find, pick up, buy books, and cross my figures and hope that I get to stay in that class. 

Our trial practice class is going to be lots of fun, but the professor didn’t even come to class today.  Which I was pretty happy about.  We left him a note that we would see him next week before we all left twenty minutes after it was suppose to start. 

In other news, I’m going to try to substitute caffeine for adderall, because I really think too many people abuse it, and I don’t want to be associated with it and all of the negatives that go along with it.  But we will see how it goes.  I think I can handle it, and maybe just use it for finals when I really need it. 

I only know one first year.  It is so weird having all these people that I don’t know wandering around.  I’ll have to get to know them.  Maybe.  Depending on how much energy I have. 

Now I am going to be studious and go read and eat my peanut m & m’s.

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Bells and Whistles

I slept the clock round last night.  And basically the night before.  My friends in Colorado wore me out.  But now I want to move to Denver.  I’ve been playing with the idea of moving to Manhattan, but I feel that Denver will be a much better fit for me.  I love making plans for the near distant future. 

One casualty of Colorado was my hair dryer.  Wouldn’t you know it, I haven’t dried my hair in four months, and my hairdryer breaks while I’m out of town staying with a bunch of boys,  two days after I get it cut short enough to where I HAVE to dry it (Emily made me promise her years ago that if I was going to have short hair that I would commit to drying it, otherwise she refused to support the short hair).

Me:  "Ummm, I know this is a stupid question, but…..Do any of y’all have a hairdryer?"

SOOO – When I got back here I bought a Rad new hairdryer – and this is what it looks like:

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Isn’t it pretty?  Supposedly it does all kinds of nifty things based on whacked science, but all I’m really concerned with is that it is RED.  Go Dawgs. 

I was going to finish cleaning my room, but Christy just called and said that she and Allison were going to start trying to make a dent on all the beer that Christy commandeered from her friend’s wedding.  So the room is going to have to wait.  Love y’all. 

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Happiness and Mountains

When my plane landed in Denver, I had to catch my breath as  nerves started to build inside my chest.  Already things were not working out as planned, Libby missed her flight in New York and consequently I was sitting next to a man who was not interested in sharing the armrest instead of Libby.  Burger King did his best to cause me to miss my flight as well, but airtran in the ATL is a little more forgiving than airtran in LGA. 

I don’t know why I was nervous, because I hadn’t been to Grand Lake in over two years and because I have very strong feelings about the place.  It is like an ex boyfriendColorado in general shakes me up and makes me feel unstable to a certain degree.   I even gush about it sometimes

Friday was not the day I was expecting.  After taking the shuttle three hours to Grand Lake I got into Tommy’s car (I had intentions of taking Matt’s car, but whatdoyaknow, I’m not skilled in the stick shiftness)   and drove back to Denver to pick Libby up – she didn’t get in until 10 that night.  I actually really enjoyed the drive both ways.  Saturday, Sunday, and Monday all exceeded expectation and made up for anything that was lost on Friday (which I think was very little). 

So, wanna see what my trip looked like?  Yeah?  Click on the thumbnail if you want to see it bigger.

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We hiked up to Bowen Lake in the Never Summer Wilderness.  I’m on the right, and I’m standing next to our new best friend James, and the guy on the left is Tommy, Libby’s brother. 

 
Grand_lake_056Libby and Andy found some pretty sweet visors for a dollar in town. 

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More later, I gotta run. 

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Right now I am sitting on Cristina’s bed in the ATL.  I got my hair
cut today.  Kinda short.  I can’t tell if I’m devastated or if I love
it.  I always do this – this tragically dramatic haircut thing – only
because I can’t be bothered with getting my hair cut on a regular basis
– and as such, I have to get it cut a lot when I do finally get around
to making an appointment and manage not to miss the appointment. 

But
this is the shortest hair I have had in about a year.  Last October I
had really short hair, and it isn’t that short, but it is above my
shoulder short.  Cristina says she likes it.  She thinks my hair always
looks good.  Except during exams (shut up Cristina). 

Cristina’s
Spanish Great Aunt is in town.  She is going to sleep in the bed I’m
sitting on right now.  She is a nun.  She doesn’t speak english.  I
don’t speak spanish.  But she got her first pedicure today, so I can
tell we are kindred spirits. 

Tomorrow I am going to Colorado
with Libby.  I can’t even talk about it I am so excited about seeing
her.  It has been months and months since I have seen her and I miss
her to pieces.  I also really excited about seeing the mountains in the
summertime.  Hyper-ventilation is in full effect. 

I’m taking
requests and suggestions about what I should do with my life.  I’m not
100% sold on the practicing law thing, and I need some back up
options.  Catherine Anne told me the other night that I need to find a
husband in the next year and then I will have a lot more opportunity
for vague endevors.  Maybe I should start holding try-outs for
husbands. 

As Scarlett would say – I’m not going to think about
that today, I’ll think about that tomorrow (or actually, I’ll think
about that next week). 

love y’all. 

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I need some help

Okay, I am in the process of destroying my apartment and trying to put it back together.  There are a couple of things that I seem to possess in excess, and which I have no idea what to do with.  So, any ideas would be greatly appreciated:

1.  CD Jewel Cases.  WTF?  I swear, there is a factory somewhere in my room that has been churning out these damn jewel cases, where they fill them with old cds that are either burned cds with no label or scratched cds of albums which I forgot I ever owned but cannot listen to due to their disreputable condition. 

2.  Orphan Socks.  The percentage of socks that get divorced in my apartment is much higher than the percent of people that get divorced in America as a whole.  I would like to do something about this upsetting problem, but I’m not sure how to stop them from running off into the dark under my bed and under the washer and dryer. 

3.  Picture Frames.  A few years back I stopped sitting picture frames around because they just collect dust unless they are hanging on the wall.  I have a few pictures around, but a precious few.  But that doesn’t change the fact that I have a million picture frames with pictures starting back in high school and the newest being from around five years ago.  I can’t throw them away.  What do I do with them?  Gah. 

Decisions, decisions.  Yawn. 

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Craftmatic

You know on those Craftmatic bed commercials, how they ask you if you have back problems? And how if you don’t get around well, you should get a craftmatic bed?

And then they show you all the different positions to which the bed will adjust? 

Whoever makes these commercials should think about how fast they move the bed around, because it makes my back hurt just watching the bed adjust to it’s different positions.   I don’t even have back problems. 

And a bed that makes my back hurt just by looking at it on television, is not one I am under any inclination to buy. 

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