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Name: Alex
Location: Warsaw
Birthday: 8/13/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to read, and write, and read some more...
Expertise: I have some expertise in pie making. Literal pies: cherry, apple, sugar cream, lemon meringue, oh, and this one time I actually managed to turn out a really good rasin pie for my grandma. Funny how I could never make it right again. Oh, yeah, and I also have a bit of a talent for talking....and talking...and talking. I usually try not to talk about something I'm passionate about without my mom in the room, because while she has developed a resistance to GLS (glazed eye syndrome), she will usually give some common indicators that I'm dragging on, like a tiny bit of glaze in the corner of one eye, or a stifled yawn, or the checking of the watch, and if she's actually paying attention to what I'm saying, she'll eventually give me a finger across the throat (in other words, KILL IT!! DIE, SUBJECT, DIE!!!). Oh, yeah, and I have experience in....what? Oh, okay. It's time for me to shut up now.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: gatelady@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/16/2005
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| I'm sitting here, listening to the Shark Tales soundtrack. I didn't really like the movie itself, but I've only seen it once so I could give it another shot. Anyway, it's really kinda happy and "jiggy." I know, I know, I'm white and only Will Smith can properly say "jiggy," but I'm really tired, and that probably is adding to my delirum. I had a good night, hung out with a friend and saw a funny movie, and decided to listen to beat-y music and blog. Probably not a good idea though...me tired, listening to "black people music" (my grandma's term, not mine), and eating Oreos while I blog is like an alchoholic going to a bar to whine at the tender. Okay, the Oreos are going to my head (not a whole lot, cause they're "twist tops," not the good stuff) and I have to get to work at 7:30 tomorow...this...morning. It's about 12:30, and I really need to get more than five hours of sleep...g'night. Seize ya'll later! | | |
| So, today was pretty much a really good day. I had couple-three tests to take (midterms, ugh) but after that, I was free for the rest of the day. I went to the gym (yes, actually and truly!), and after cleaning up I went to Ft. Wayne with my mom and Steph. We had a lot of fun. We made fun of fabrics at Hobby Lobby, giggled over bumper stickers at Family Christian Stores (Try Jesus. If you don't like Him, Satan will always take you back.), and made fun of my mom at Wal-Mart. You know those dried and dyed grass stalks about 3 1/2 feet long that people put in big vases for decoration? I totally stalked my mom around Wal-Mart's craft section for five minutes with that thing right behind her head. She finally noticed it when I tickled the side of her face with it. It was fun. Then, on the way home, we were all really tired (I was up until 2:30 this morning) and I was kinda drifting around and being Miss Zombie Driver, and kept shaking myself to stay alert. Then all of a sudden this...thing runs out from the side of the road and right between the wheels of my car. I jumped and swerved a little, and it woke my mom up. She asked me what was going on, and I said that something had run out in front of me. It looked like a giant spiky puff ball...a pomeranian! A big one! She and Stephanie both agreed that there was nothing there...but I saw it! Then I decided that it was a vision from God, sent to wake me up. It worked, because I was wide awake after tht adrenaline rush. So, I definitely know that junk mailers are retarded, because I got sent The Nest, a magazine for newly married couples. It's full of decorating ideas, cooking and cleaning tips, and ads for products. I'm most definitely not a newly married person. And to wrap this really random and chaotic blog, I am so psyched that spring break is here! Tomorrow is my last day, and I only have classes until noon! Then I'm done!!! But I work tomorrow night, so I'll have to hang out in Warsaw for a while until I need to go to work, but it shouldn't be too bad. Well, I have to go pack my stuff up, because we get kicked out of the dorms for the whole week. Seize ya'll later! | | |
| So, Grace is shutting the internet down at 11 for some maintenance, and I need to go to bed anyway. I'm going to try to make this quick. Things have been pretty messed up lately. I'm kinda apathetic about everything, and I don't like it. I had this big 'ole high off Winter Advance, but I feel like I screwed something really nice up over that weekend. There's the now-constant confusion offered by my favorite distraction (Abbey, I love you, don't beat me up)....why can't guys save us girls a lot of confusion and anxiety and make up their mind? They should either flat out tell girls how they feel about them, or make it obvious with their body language...instead of making it worse... About the Super Bowl.... GO COLTS!!!! WOO HOO!!! Okay, got that out of my system. In other news, I've got a few things to be thinking about and praying about in my life. I really like going to youth group and helping out (even if all I've done is sat there and been a female presence [a slightly un-needed female presence considering that the past couple of weeks there have only been two girls]) and I think that God wants me to be there, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do this summer. I feel like God wants me to apply as a senior staffer at BLBC, but that's in MI and I would be gone all summer...I'd miss the youth group pool party and all the youth groups all summer...I'm thinking about the logistics of coming home every Sunday evening...and leaving a week or two early to come home for the pool party...it might work out, but I still have to talk to God and BLBC about it... Okay, the time has flied and I've got four minutes to post this and get some other stuff done, so I'm going to go. I love you all, and I really appreciate all the praying and loving you guys do for me... Seize ya'll later! | | |
| Well, I passed all my classes...I think... Anyway, a new year, a new semester, a new day is dawning...where hopefully I do better than the last and no one gets killed in the process. You see, it's bound to be frustrating for me to try and fail and try again, and my friends can attest to the fact that I can be dangers when I'm mad...in the words of Bruce Banner, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Except I don't get big and green and rip my clothes off...that's just weird... New resolutions, and hopefully I'll be resolute enough to keep them. Oddly enough, the new year hasn't made me sad. Usually, I'm sad for one or two reasons: the old year went away and it was my friend so I'll miss it, or I'm not really looking forward to having to put all that effort into something I know is going to be gone again in another year. But this year is different. I've got this hopeful/cynical attitude about everything. I'm not exactly happy, but I'm not exactly depressed. It's like I'm optimistic and pessimistic at the same time...honest and sarcastic comments coming out of my mouth at the same time...which is really confusing the people I talk to, because they can't figure out which is meant to be sarcastic, and which is meant to be honest...sometimes it confuses me too. I hope this attitude doesn't last long, because it's terribly befuddling, but at the same time I want it to stay because I figure that depression is coming next. Confusion is a lesser evil compared to blah-ness. Seize ya'll later! | | |
| I'm almost done. Almost. But when I am done, all they're going to find of me is a dead body and a puddle of grey matter on the floor from where it leaked out my ears. Have you ever read the same page three times before you realize it because you're so burned out on studying? I reached that point on Sunday. The highlight of my day... Imagining falling down the stairs and breaking my leg so I don't have to do the Healthy Lifestyles physical exam. | | |
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