WAY long overdue post

Howdy!
Ok, so I'm aware I haven't updated my blog in MONTHS, but--there's just been so much going on I can't even begin to relay to you all of the events that have taken place. I guess I'll start with the most obvious. I moved away from home--and into an apartment of my very own in a little town on the Brazos. I really love living on my own. Mom and Dad have been so great, and so supportive. They both helped me move in, and mom even texturized and painted my living room for me (thank GOD I don't have to live in a cave anymore)!
I started a new job in the Jr. Surgery department of the animal hospital nearby--and it's seriously the coolest job EVER.
A few weeks after I moved, I was given the opportunity to go to Hawaii with my sister and her family (Thanks Jess--seriously the best vacation ever).
And this past week--SCHOOL started. Blah. It's been overwhelming at times, but I think I'm catching on and starting to really enjoy it.
I'll try to be better at posting, but for now... enjoy the pictures.

Before

After

Bedroom

At Work

Hawaii

A few of my girl friends

And.... TODAY :)

Goodbye FHS... Hello TAMU!!

Well, I did it. I'm a high school graduate. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I've had the worst case of Senioritis since probably Sophomore Year. It was a chronic condition. I'm glad I made it out alive.

In all seriousness though, the last 4 years have taught me so much. Because of everything that has happened during this time-good and bad-I am me. For that, I am thankful. High school wasn't an amazing experience that I wish I could relive (not yet, at least). It wasn't some big huge party, and I didn't do a whole heck of a lot outside of school and extracurricular events. I never got in trouble (which is good--but makes for some boring stories) and most of the school work wasn't very challenging for me.
I'm very ready to start my new life as an Aggie. I know the road will be long and difficult, but it's a good thing I've got my good walking shoes on (and 100 more in the closet).

Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

T Minus 18 days

Yep. That's right. Only 18 days until I'm a high school graduate. THANK GOD. I am so ready.

Anyway... I don't have much to say, but I thought I'd post a few pictures from last weekend. :) I love FAMILY.

PROM

Well, despite all of the drama leading up to it, I actually had a good Senior Prom. I found a date thanks to the help of my sister, Jessica-and everything turned out the way I think it should have.

Jas--thanks so much for taking time to come home and make be BEE-YOO-TEA-FUL!

The Group :)

Me and Jared

Me and Max. I love you, girl. (P.S. Guess what?! It's almost graduation!!)

Jared (my prom date), me, and my friends Courtney and Alex went together to prom. Afterward, we went to Alex's lake house and played games and watched a movie. I even made homemade brownies! Around 6 am, we went to sleep.
The next morning, Courtney and I decided to be sweet and make breakfast for the boys... everything was going according to plan until the wrong burner was turned on-the burner Courtney had set the glass pyrex dish of brownies on, along with a wooden handled knife and a rubber top sealing it all in. We smelled smoke, quickly determined the source, and I sprung to the sink with the almost-flaming brownies. I asked Courtney to take the top off so I could dump the remnants of the brownies and knife into the sink and put water on them, but she couldn't get the stubborn rubber lid off. We went back and forth arguing about where to put the container. She said to put it in the sink, I argued for her to take the top off, and so on. Well, she finally made me set it in the sink--as our hands were on their dreadful fate, I said, "NO! I don't want it to---" Just as I said those final words, the bottom the dish hit the bottom of the sink and it EXPLODED into tiny peices. After the explosion, I said, "--do that". If the thousands of shards of glass wasn't enough... a lot of the glass happened to go down the garbage disposal-making it not work. We were frantic. When Alex woke up, he dug out all the glass he could. We should have taken pictures-it was A LOT.
This was a valuable lesson why you should never take glass out of one extreme temperature and place it in another.

It made for an interesting morning, but... at least we can laugh about it now-no one was hurt, and the garbage disposal is always fixable, right? :)

We did get the garbage disposal fixed, and Alex's parents weren't even upset. (Thank the LORD for sweet, understanding people!)

Yeah so...

Since my last post was so pitiful, I decided to post about something that doesn't make me seem so much like a lame-o.
I have been so so so busy with scholarships, UIL writing, CDE contests, UIL Science this week that I felt like my head was going to EXPLODE into a million tiny pieces. Thankfully, it hasn't yet--but my week isn't even over. I have another CDE (livestock judging) contest tomorrow... Oh joy!

Anyway--on to the not-so-lame part.

This was my first year to do UIL Ready Writing. I didn't know how well I would do, but I surprised myself! I got 6th! I wish I would have done better, but I'm the only one from Tha' Field that placed in that event, so I'm pretty proud of myself.
And then yesterday, at Livestock Judging, I didn't do EXTREMELY well, but for not judging for a year--I didn't bomb it (so woo-hoo for me).
And TODAY, I competed in the UIL science contest and guess what!? I got second highest biology score, and my team got first place--which means we're going to REGIONALS! YAY!

I've never been to regionals before. It's supposed to be a lot of fun. So I've got to study, study, study germ layers, body systems, plant classifications, cell division, viruses, photosynthesis, the Krebs Cycle, Cellular Respiration, types of cells, glands, gametes, the Calvin Cycle, Molarity, Molality, the Elements, pressure, Gas Laws, Chemical Compounds, Newton's Laws, Pendelums, falling objects, friction, and much... MUCH more.

No Prom Date.

I know this seems like an incredibly petty topic, but I am really beside myself on the issue. I've polled numerous friends on the "What's WRONG with me? Why don't I have a date?" survey and none have come up with a logical explanation. I don't mean to "toot my own horn" but, I'm not by any means ugly. I'm not dull or diseased. Why in the heck do I not have a date?! It's embarrassing. I know most of you would say, "just go alone" or "take a girl friend"... but I don't think you understand what that means in small-town high school prom speak. It means, "oh wow... what a loser?! She's alone/with a friend? Poor girl."

Anyway, I know it seems trivial, but it does upset me. I feel like a loser.

Just felt like blogging

This weekend was crazy. Friday, all I did was work on my correspondence history lessons (only 2 more, thank you Lord!) and my stupid stupid stupid research paper for K-Dub. Don't get me wrong, I'm really not one to procrastinate on things this important, but when forced to do a critical analysis paper of Emily Dickinson I just had no choice.
Let me tell you a little about myself:

• I read for pleasure, not to get some deeper meaning from it
• I like music that makes me happy when I'm happy, and lets me sulk when I'm sad
• I work from a plan and if something goes against the plan-I freak a little
• I like to be painfully early to everything
• I don't like girly guys (thank you Dad)

So... those things might explain some things. But, the one in particular that I'm talking about at the moment is the "read for pleasure" bullet. Emily Dickinson (I cringe at the just the name), in my opinion, is a horrible writer. I do not appreciate her poetry, probably because I'm not into reading about death, immortality, and weird symbolisms. I like to read because it entertains me. Emily Dickinson, and many of the "Great Poets" bore me. I don't like to read their poetry-at all. I know this sounds so juvenile and baby-ish, but my favorite poets are Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein. Ok, burn me at the stake if you would rather read about a carriage ride with Death than "One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish"... I mean seriously. Poetry that makes me giggle is SO much better than the other stuff.