Hello, everyone! I have a new blog. I've had this livejournal for almost eight years now, so I thought I should try to take things in a new direction with a fresh start:

Http://thesyntaxofthings9.blogspot.com

Come over, and tell me what you think!

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I don't remember a time in my life when I've been prouder of my country and government. This is history, people, and we are part of it!

THANK GOD


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So I guess I'm a little late on this Secret craze, but I get it: it's the power of positive thinking, right? You visualize what you want, you focus on that, and from there, things will fall into place. To be honest, this all sounds crazy simplistic to me, but what the hell do I have to lose? From here on, or when I so should feel like it, this journal will be my electronic makeshift Secret board. Not so secret, not so board-like, but it'll do.

( Clinton just predicted the Democrats winning and I sure as shit hope he's right )

So that's it. I'm not going to apologize for boring anyone because, well, it's my journal. You can leave at any time.
No classes tomorrow, but work instead. My parents leave Thursday, Jake leaves Friday, and that leaves me to a weekend with Winnie. Kinda sad, eh? I have a lot to do, but I wish I had a lot to do with someone else.

em

It is September,

I will be leaving by June.

And, really, it couldn't come soon enough.

em

(Stolen directly from Daniel)
DIRECTIONS!
Copy the shit, then choose your birth month. Strikeout what sucks and bold what is awesome. Fuck yeah!


SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

I guess those are the awesome ones? They describe me quite well, if nothing else.

( For the rest of you people... )

So, here's a rundown of the next week:
Sunday-work
Monday-work, hopefully seeing Chris
Tuesday-picking up parking permit at Flagler, probably going in to work early if the floorset needs some work
Wednesday-first day of class, only day to clean everything ever
Thursday-class, picking up DANIEL fuck yes
Friday-class, TATTOO DAY, cupcake-decorating party
Saturday-PARTY FOREVER

I'm ridiculously excited about everything! How weird is that? I need some tranquilizers.

em

I still get nervous about the first day of school, like I'm going to forget my nonexistant locker combination or something. I have two first days left--September 3 and whatever day in January. That's it, people.

Am I the only one to feel like this?

PS--things are going very, very well. :)
PPS--three weeks until I'm 21, bitches!

em

The worst part of a hurricane is the waiting. Also, it may seem like I'm still on painkillers from my surgery, but I assure you, those left my system days ago. Scary, right?

You know it's either summer or finals week when my daily caloric intake is made up of frosting, batter, a baked combination of the two, and some enchiladas. Since it's 106 degrees outside, I'm gonna go with the former.

So, cupcake day! Some pictures, please:

( So many sprinkles, so little time )

That is all!

em

I just spent the better part of 90 minutes googling Bath and Body Works. Why, you ask? Because not only do I have nothing better to do, but I also just wanted to know if I was missing out on anything in the work world. Turns out, I have. I learned that we're opening six stores in Canada this fall (I was just talking about this with a customer last week), and I also learned that people are PISSED that we discontinued such scents as Daffodil Fields and Toasted Hazelnut. I've been shopping at BBW since the days of gingham, 10 oz bottles and barns, but I have no recollection of these scents. I think people need to get the fuck over it or contact the company. Getting angry doesn't solve anything.

I am so hungry. I want a sandwich. But it's 1 am and I don't have anything but cheese. Suuuuucks.

My parents gave me my birthday present today. Here's the thing: I wasn't going to ask for anything because we're having a party. I don't think it's right to have a party and a gift when you're over the age of like 13. I wasn't really sure how to react, but my mom told me you only turn 21 once so I got a new car stereo! She picked it out because it lights up blue haha. I just have to go to Circuit City and have it installed now. I was going to have one installed for free, but some asshole decided he was never going to talk to me again without even telling me about this, so now it's my birthday present. Thanks, mom and dad! I love it. :)

( Click for lame survey!! )

Methinks it is time for bed. I am so tired. And I have to work in the morning. And probably do reference checks. And tell people the sale ended over a week ago. And other stuff. Yeah.

Goodnight!

em

This picture isn't sexy at all, but I think it makes me believe that, should the occasion arise, I would make out with Michael Cera a little on a couch or something. I'm drawing the line there, because I think anything more would be even more awkward than I already make things.

Some blurbs:
--Boo to anything relationship-, love/lust-, boy-related. I shouldn't have let my guard down, and now I'm fucked over. So forget it until I'm like 50 and have nothing else to do but be angry that I allowed myself to reach 50.
--It's time to introduce potassium into my diet. I've had those weird eye ticks lately, and I just recovered, like in the last 5 minutes, from the worst leg cramp of my life. It lasted forever, and I could feel my calf muscle twitching as I bent over and tried not to cry. Not cool, folks.
--Does anyone know of potassium-rich foods besides bananas? A side note, can I get them at Panera?
--The best way to save money is to have the opening shift. By the time lunch rolls around, you're no longer hungry, and you go home in 2 hours anyway, so why waste time? That's the way I see it anyway.
--Dawn already knows this, but I have to say it: I watched a prepubescent girl grab a stir stick from the sink (which is what you use to apply salt scrubs and body butters) (it was unused), apply Liplicious lip gloss to the top of it, and lick it off. No shit.
--Park on Friday! Caity and I are going because I have some film and need to unleash the creative beast.
--Among other beasts.


I'm thinking bedtime soon? I want to go to the library before work. Just like I wanted to go to Kohl's before the dentist on Tuesday...and I woke up at noon and went after the appointment. I'm only flaky to myself.

Speaking of the dentist: my wisdom teeth will have their final farewells on August 14th. Condolences and ice cream appreciated. Also, if you want a fun conversation, I will be ridiculously hopped up on pain killers, so give me a call on speakerphone.

Reminder: two months until my birthday; I am officially planning my party....now.

em

Yes, Alexander McQueen. Yes.


I am so ready for fall it's not even funny. Sweaters and jeans, my riding boots, scarves, leaves, wind, apple cider, September issues! Creamy soups, pink cheeks, windows down, rain. I'm so, so ready.

A year from now, I will be able to experience seasons again. I don't think anyone realizes how happy that thought makes me. And also scared at the same time because, hello, a year?

Anyway, whatever. Props, A. McQ. And hurry up and get yourself over with, summer.

em

Summer turns me into a babbling idiot. I don't read, I don't think, I really don't do anything but watch TV and work. I am so boring now! But enough complaining, because I am having a good summer so far. And in order to get that message across, what else would I do but fill out surveys? I swear, these things really help you get to know someone.

( Blurg! )

Phew. That was long. Anyone who read that deserves some cookies.

em

I went shopping today. This is after making a Word document full of pictures of dresses and then trying on five in twenty minutes at Marshalls. Leave it to me to find two dresses on my lunch break.






A little black Calvin Klein number. I wanted to stay away from black--I kinda see it as a winter color, and we're embarking on June. But I couldn't resist the slippery satin and the designer tag. It hits above the knee, and the only problem I have with it is I'll need to buy some of those funny boneless-chicken things for my boobs because it doesn't push them up and I can't wear a bra. I want these shoes to go with it:

But they're about $600, so I couldn't even afford one single shoe. It's ridiculously hard to find feathered shoes on the internet, even though they were featured on numerous runways. If anyone finds a pair under $100, invoke the Emergency Act and call me immediately. They will be mine.

I also bought this dress:





The color is more brilliant in person than the camera allows it to be. It hangs wonderfully, and is flirty without being overtly obscene (I'm afraid the Calvin Klein borders on bondage when I stand certain ways). I have a pair of green earrings that would look great, too.

That picture is insanely old. I want bright shoes, too. Nine West has great textured sandals that I might check out if I ever go to the mall again.

As for make up, I need to buy a kohl pencil and gold eyeliner. I also think I should do some bling for the black dress. Big earrings, or something. Big hair.

Sex and the City in two days! I'm so excited I could just pee.

em

I've been feeling a little spacey lately. Today, I was so distracted while driving that I was pretty sure an accident was going to occur. More frequently than ever, I'm forgetting words and asking people the wrong questions. I go from sleeping twelve hours in one night to not sleeping for five. I'm not really sure what's going on. So I think it's time for some inventory, fun stuff.

All images courtesy of Google images and my impeccable cataloging system.

( Time for the ol' list. )
Well that was fun. I'd like to thank technology, a giant cup of water, and insomnia for this post. You all were great!

em

I hate going to Savannah. Not because of the people, or the layout, or the fact that everything closes at 6, which is annoying.
Because when I go there, I no longer want to move to DC. I want to move to Savannah.
It's such a small city, which makes it ideal for me, a walker. It's a parallel/perpendicular grid, everything at 90 degree angles, with squares every block or so. It has a Gap, Banana Republic, Panera, Marc Jacobs, Starbucks, and a wonderful SCAD bookstore. The crime rate is high, but fuck people, I live in Jacksonville and want to move to DC.
So I don't know what I'm going to do now. My neighbor was ecstatic when I brought this up because she doesn't want me to move at all, since I'm their babysitter. And their daughter was named after the city, since they got engaged there. My mom and aunt love the idea because they love Savannah, though I'd never get them out of my house. And I think my dad's more comfortable with it because it's closer and it's Southern and it has a couple candy stores. Which, hello, doesn't hurt anything.
So I have a year, about, to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. I talked to my mom about it and realized that it doesn't matter what I want, because some insane force of nature always steps in and makes my decisions for me. I'm hoping by December I'll have some idea of what is happening to me.

Anyway, a few pictures to tide you over!

( I think everyone should go and tell me what they think. )

I don't know if I've been in the South too long or what, but I am craving cornbread. But not Southern corn bread, more like Northern Johnny Cakes, which are sweeter. My mom makes them. The cupcakes I made were too sweet I guess so I need something both sweet and bland.

I have a busy few weeks ahead of me! But, for once, I will probably be enjoying them:
Friday-work
Saturday-work, go out with Beth for movie and Mellow Mushroom? (I have been going there entirely too much lately)
Sunday-meeting, lunch out, dinner at the Nop for the wedding shower thing
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday through the 12th-work
I need a place to sleep on the 9th because my dad's friend and his Noah's Ark of children will be arriving at my house. No thank you.
And then possibly Disney the weekend after Mother's Day? I have to figure that one out still.

So busy, but also having fun, so there you go. Good things are happening, and I think this summer will be a good one. Fingers crossed and all.

em

Okay school's done. Yay! Not much else to say about that.

New bedding:



Now I just want some eggplant sheets to go with it. Those are harder to find than you'd think.

Alright that's about it. Savannah on Tuesday and Wednesday, so I'll have pictures then!

em

So I really shouldn't be on here.
Though both Primo Levi and Kent Shaw have been put to rest, and all I have left is Mr. Tennessee Williams himself, I still have a lot to do with that. Not to mention all those tests that are only a weekend away.
But whatever, I'll talk for a while.
B's have been unwanted friends lately; every paper written for my American Lit and Writing Classes have received Bs. I'm not sure what this means, as I'm clearly doing as well as I possibly can, but I'm hoping that I don't get more than two this semester. I know, I know, I'm complaining about perfectly good grades, but it's what I do. And frankly, we're too far into the semester to do anything about it, so I just have to obsess and study. Then I can move on.
It's going to be a busy few weeks! Here's my itinerary:
Wed.-Fri.: Go to school, go to work, work on paper.
Saturday-Sunday: Go to work, study my ass off, work on paper
Monday: Parents leave, American Lit and Western Civ II exams
Tuesday: Advanced Expository exam, work
Wednesday: Art History exam, work
Thursday: Southern Lit exam, book buyback, work, parents come home
Friday: First day off! Which means clean room, clean pantries, clean bathroom, wash car, run errands, do everything ever
Saturday: Parents leave, play with Winnie and act like I somewhat like her, babysit
Sunday-Monday: Not sure just yet
Tuesday-Wednesday: Go to Savannah!
So yeah, things are pretty crazy. I'm trying not to stress out, because I know I'll have enough time, I just can't be on here instead of working (cough cough). But, there's chocolate, a Yo-Yo, and taffy at my disposal. Some people work off coffee; I prefer enough sugar to kill an elephant.
Thinking, thinking, thinking...yeah nothing else is going on. Done!
em
PS-Time to choose a side, boy.

Well, it is Tuesday night, and at this time a week ago, I was having a heart attack trying to pack everything and do homework and eat and sleep. Somehow, I managed, but it's really all a blur.

So, without further adue, here is my trip to DC, in as many pictures as possible.

( Just kidding. I actually didn't use my camera as much as I originally planned. )

So I'm already ready to go back; I didn't do nearly half of the things I wanted to. Typical.
This weekend I'm going to Orlando for the Say Anything concert, and at the end of the month I'm going to Savannah. My dad will be there for training, so I'm going to go up for a few days. I love Savannah! My mom wants to go to Key West this summer; I want to go to Maryland; I don't know if we'll actually do either.
Alright, there's lots of stuff piled up on my bed. I need to take care of that. The next time you talk to me, I'll probably be out of school!

em

Talking to Daniel makes me realize just how little schoolwork I'm actually doing, so why not do a survey? Or five hundred.

( Conan is the best )

Did you learn anything new about me? Probably not. Lame! I'm exhausted.

em

There are, roughly, five and a half weeks of school left, and here's a quick rundown of what I need to do before the end:
One American Lit. II essay, the second draft, even though he wanted about twenty-six. I don't have time for twenty-six. He gets two.
One Western Civ. II book review/response on Primo Levi's Survival in Auschwitz. I've been wanting to read this for a while; I just need to buy it.
One Southern Lit. "Living Literature Initiative" paper, meaning that I need to read Cabell's The Fatted Calf, write about it, and write about his life in St. Augustine. Oh and present it. And I was told to go to the historical society but that shit ain't happening.
Two Advanced Expository papers: one 6-8 page paper without outside research; one 10-12 page paper with outside research. I've already decided I'm writing on A Streetcar Named Desire, now I just have to do it.
One resume for Advanced Expository, which I just need to revise since I typed one up for my Cummer application.
And five finals, two presentations of the papers.

Three of the papers above are due March 31, April 1, and April 2; (in)conveniently, the week after Spring Break. I will be in DC longer than Spring Break. This is going to suck.

So I have the rest of March, kind of, to do a shitload of work. This week was the beginning of hell. Between work and class, I was left with very little time. I've worked on papers on breaks, typing frantically just to get it done. I read Faulkner's The Bear, which I hated, in between a 30-minute nap and dinner. Winnie had her surgery today, so two hours were spent going to Elkton, picking her up, and bringing her home. She's in a lot of pain, and my mom's relying on my help, but I just don't have the time or ability to drop everything and take care of everyone else. I'm doing what I can, but it's getting rough.

So tomorrow I'm on call, which means I will be working on one of the above papers. I'm thinking the American Lit. one? I wrote on Alice Walker's Everyday Use, and I'm having a friend edit it tomorrow. The professor wanted tutorial drafts to look over, and I can understand about 50% of his handwriting, so I'll be working off of that. My dad comes home Friday, and my general rule of thumb is no homework on Fridays. I do it all week; I need one night off. I'm hoping a game night won't happen Sunday, mostly because I don't have five hours to spend playing Jenga and Cranium, as much as I love them. The five days I'll be gone are stressing me out and I need to get everything done before I leave.

In other school news, I have registration/pre-registration (that makes Flagler really indecisive-sounding) coming up. All my classes are mapped out--only 8 left!--and I just need to figure out what is offered in the fall and sign up. My advisor hasn't gotten back to me about an appointment, but I have his class in the morning, so I'll be talking to him then. The end is so close: I'm lining up jobs and trying to find places to live and I'm tying up loose ends. But it's still another summer, birthday, two semi-annual sales, holiday season, and spring break away.

What's going on outside of school? Not much. Work. Winnie. I'm looking into adopting a kitty or puppy, one I can call my own since Maisy quickly became my mother's little girl. The puppy I really wanted was adopted before I could get her, so once I get some money I'll go to the Humane Society and start checking it out. Right now I need to pay my bills and later I'll focus on things I want. My mom's birthday is also coming up. I don't know what to buy her, but it has to be special to make up for the Coach purse I got her for Christmas that she didn't like.

In body news, the mountain on my left hand is irritating me (because I need to get it removed and I'm not) and I think my boobs are bigger. Not a fan.

April is coming, people. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Next week is the 10th week of 14 at school. I'm getting there. It'll be done soon.

em

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