| So I think it has been over two years since I last updated. I am married now. I see the profile picture I have posted here...I no longer have that purse, or those pants, or those sunglasses...i loved those sunglasses; they were red. I lost them on campus during fall of my Freshman year at BG. Three years ago. The coral tank top I am wearing in the photo is also gone. It was a hot summer's day and I opened a tube of chap stick that had melted and it got all over the front of the tank top and I had to throw it out. Scott and I were rollerblading that day.
Weird how the memories flow with one stupid glance at a three year old photo from cedar point.
Scott and I have been marred for over a year now.... :)
I guess once I started college, Facebook sort of took over. But only after a brief stint with myspace...<>. The new thing now is supposed to be a site called Twitter. Blah. I always liked Xanga better. It is the only place where you can just go and let your thoughts congeal. Screw Facebook. |
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| My profile picture is over an year old. Scott and I are in the library at school and we really like all of the books that are here. I love Scott. I feel silly. I like reading. Lalalalalalala. Poo. I think I shouldn't have had dessert because now I feel giddy and crazy. Oh yeah, and my dad is in the hospital. He is having heart issues. I saw him last night and I felt terrible for him. I wish Rhonda would visit him. Instead he is going on his third day in the Cardiac ICU and only me and drew have gone to visit him. I can't even express it. I just feel achey. |
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| I feel sick. It has been ages since I have written on here. I want to throw up but I can't. I have been sitting in front of Neil's computer for hours looking at blogs (myspace not included because it sucks). Nausea. I watch a movie today called Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. It was weird. I am over it. What you may ask? It doesn't even matter anymore. I am just over it. |
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| so, i only have a few more days until i move to bg, and yet for some reason, I keep sleeping on the couch at night instead of my own bed. One things for sure, Belva goes really well with my new bedspread....  |
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| Sean Connery isn't the only one allowed to talk about the different effects of water or milk in tomato soup. The air tasted thick like tomato soup with milk in it; not like tomato soup with water.
That's really all i have to say about that.
Oh, and i love college french. It also has the quality of milk about it. |
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