Average

That I need to move off campus and get a cat. Or seven. But since I'm not in the position where that can happen, I've decided that all that's left is for me to throw myself into school. Well, its easier to just hang out with friends, but I need to just become enveloped by dynamics, calc3, and phys2. I realize that I'm not the college girl that college guys want to date. And, as Cody fervently, pointed out, I shouldn't expect to be. I should know that isn't who I am. Thanks, lately you've really made me feel great. It has been pointed out to me that I'm not as good of a cook as others, and that I don't enjoy it as much, and that its fine. But the fact you felt a need to point it out, not so fine. I understand that there were no bad intention there, but come on... I digress...

Anyway, the point is that I didn't plan on going to college early. It was just something that kind of happened. So don't chastise me for it when I'm upset, because I certainly don't do that to you. Actually, that wasn't the point of this, but it is a good point nonetheless. The actual point I was trying to make is that I have acknowledged these things and decided that if I get enough sleep and throw my self into the endless ocean of engineering, everything will be fine. Because, when it comes down to it, I'm just not that girl. As much as I would give to be the typical, super attractive SMU girl that can go to class during the day and party all night (all while feeling fabuloys), I'm not. I do not wake up feeling like P. Diddy and I most certainly do not brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack. Typically, I wake up feeling like I just have to get through these classes and then I'll love my job. And I brush my teeth with Crest after using a pre-brush whitening rinse. Average, at its best. Boys do not blow up my phone, and I actually do have quite a few cares in the world. The boys are not lining up, probably because I don't really have swagger. Rather, I fall down stairs pretty often.







But still, that's pretty much my favorite song. I had to embed it. Anyway, moral of the story: my life is the definition of average and I'm kind of displeased with that. Like every football teams likes to say: "Our destiny is in our own hands." Blah, blah, blah. I'll work on it. Starting with my plan for tonight: bubble bath, put my hair in curlers, tylenol pm, read Sense and Sensibility, sleeeeep, and enjoy a day of classes, shopping for a dress for formal (expect a post about this), and then the dance off. Yesss. I think tonight and tomorrow are going to be quite nice.

Love Always.