Breaking plans

I hate breaking plans, but unexpected things do happen. Just after I talk to Kelli about our plans of going to church and coffee afterwards, all of sudden Bert calls me. :\

Of course spending time with my family bumps hanging out with a friend, but I feel awful breaking plans with people. The worst is doing it over text. Thankfully I gave her a days notice and actually did it over the phone. Trust, that over text can seem cowardly.

Yes, I feel horrible. But this could be one of the last times to see my Grandma, and I have to see her and let her know I love her. No, I’d never choose friends over family. But I love my friends dearly it’s just the way it is. Okay let me rephrase that. I’d never choose friends over my mom’s family. My dad’s well…they can choke on that. My friends are beast compared to my dad’s family :P

Thankfully Kelli was understanding.

Grr! I hate breaking plans though. I just feel like an awful person. Mixed feeling are awful. I’m happy that I’ll be seeing my family and all, but I’m upset that I had to break the plans. But in the end, not seeing my Grandma would kill me. So I know I’m making the right choice.

Anyways, off to pack for my day trip to Jacksonville

I am not homesick

I am not homesick, that I am sure of. However I do not feel like my dorm is home yet. Yes my things are in it and there's a place for everything I have, but it's still slightly barren.

I mean it's not cluttered which I love. It's just that my bedside table is completely void of anything other than my phone when it is charging. I hope to eventually get another lamp and speaker dock for my zune. So I guess there's room for me to make it feel more like home. For now the desk area has become the thing I've gravitated to. It just says me.

I guess there's room to grow and room to become home.

Insanity with sane explanations

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So after spending a good 3 hours with Kelli she texts me telling me that she's going insane. Reason? Tristan is coming over and she's a bundle of nerves. She has two hours to kill, but she has already cleaned her apartment from top to bottom.

So we're going back and forth with meaningless talk to distract her and keep her nerves at bay. Which she finds odd since she's more comfortable around him than most people, yet she still gets ridiculously nervous.

I suggest it has to do with the fact that she's nervous to see him and has too much time on her hand to think about their complicated relationship. Oh and it is. It's filled with "Should I?", "Does he?", "Will he?", and of course "When?" All of which have not been answered.

Men. They think we're complicated, but truth is I believe women wear their feelings out in the open. Even if we don't voice it, it's in our demeanor.

Okay now I'm getting way too distracted. Anyways, after I'm done suggesting my opinion on the matter she agrees with me.

Of course my mind feels like being witty. So I respond with, "Time is killer. That's why it's always a good thing to kill time." I don't know it just doesn't make sense to me, I blame it on the fact that it's freezing in my room.

"Sure blame it on the air conditioner." Kelli states as way of saying I'm just crazy on my own accord.

Which I reply with:

"I am and I will blame it on the air conditioner. It makes perfect sense. Low temperatures slow body functions. Thus meaning less brain activity. Less brain activity leads to less sane human activity because it has become detached from humanistic behavior."

What!? Exactly what I though once I had already sent it. Kelli of course loved it. I guess she's use to such explanations. Must be increased exposure to Tristan.

I start laughing and suggest we do a study on it. Apparently she knows an ex-engineer now psych major who could help. She goes on to say that my actions were contradictory.

After all, "explaining your insanity in an oddly sane way" is just not normal.

But then again I've had 19 years of practice and she should know I did have quite a few insane theories, but continually explained them in a sane manner. It's just me.

What I'm Avoiding

Parmiter Antiques Southsea Luggage

Packing, that's what I'm avoiding now. Not because I don't want to leave, but rather for how much work it entails to pack. And then when I get to where I'm going I have to unpack.



Packing and unpacking are a bitch. Because suddenly I'm forced to put everything I own in bags and luggage and stuff. Only to have to take it all out and find a place for it in my dorm so that it appears more homey.



The process is overrated and I will have to be doing it for several years of my life. I think I'm going to get an apartment next year or something. Have to find the perfect person to move in with. Less packing and I'm all up for that.

Hungover on The Hangover

I mean come on it's a laugh for how ridiculous the situation is. Tyson's tiger, a random baby in their suite, someone gets married and loses a tooth, one burnt groom. Plus the Chinese gang leader is too funny.



Plus you secretly want to recreate the events and live it for yourself. Secretly though. You don't want to admit that openly. Or maybe you do. Who knows.



Oh yeah and the band at the end. Yay that got me laughing too. Can't believe it took me over a year to finally see the movie. Super smart Vanessa, brilliant I tell you.

In the past month I've learned...

I have learned that you must be up front about what you want because if you remain quiet you won’t get what you want. This will only lead to regret. No one wants to be 85 and say, “I wish I had…”

I have learned that I may not have the ideal body, but I love every pound on me.

I now know that I may not have things figured out, but anything I do do won’t be a mistake. It will be a learning experience.

I must accept that things happen and we can’t change them. We must open our arms to them and move forward.

From this moment forward my fears won’t keep me.

Are you going to the FTSK show?

Just a simple text from Tina. All it was suppose to be. Nothing more, nothing less, no deep meaning beyond what it was meant to be. Just a question.

“Are you going to the FTSK show?”

Simple and nothing more. Of course this is not what I’m writing about, so the answer of irrelevance . But that sends us into a conversation of much bigger topics.

Who would have known that auto correct on my phone would turn “yuppers” into “tippers”, and that’s where we begin. Of course Tina being Tina thought for a second that “tippers” was and A&M thing, which of course it’s not.

So I respond with, “Well I never. *ha imagine that in a pretty thick southern accent* We just have Gig ‘em, howdy…and…uhm I guess those are the most popular”

Then again we live in Texas and according to Tina everyone here says that, but of course I object and say not here in the valley. Because we’re awesome and Mexican we do the nod, or as Tina refers to it “an upside down nod”

Then she adds of course, because she’s Tina freaking Jo and she darn well can, that here the guys get the ugly Mexican fauxhawk.

Which got me thinking of how someone goes about getting this so-called ugly Mexican fauxhawk. And it goes a little like this:

It’s like they go into a barber shop and do the upside down nod and BAM! Mexican fauxhawk. The End.

This then gets me thinking of what I want to see. As in the world kind of perspective so to speak. So I came up with what Tina described as beautiful.

I want to travel the world, and see what they hate about their country or place they live in. All people want to see the world, but they want all that beautiful crap. Capturing just those heart melting moments. I want the funny, the ridiculous. Not something others have seen. See them laugh about what makes where they live uniquely annoying. The kind of conversation that starts with, “Oh you think you got it bad, wait till I tell you about…”

Just a simple question, a pathless conversation, and the annoyingly beautiful auto correct.

In a week...

In a week I’ll be in College Station. The Summer has passed faster than I thought. Honestly I started Summer with no expectations. Since I know that I get worked up on the details and getting stuff together, and then when it doesn't happen I am upset. Which is very weird not having a list of things I wanted to do before the end of Summer.

Well I did have a list and it was not very detailed. I wanted to hang out with my friends. Which I did. I wanted to go to the SPI. Which I did that as well. I even managed to sneak in a trip to Chicago. A dream come true that made this break a blast.

I would not change what I did or what happened because when it comes down to it was amazingly simple. Just the way I like it.

I started the Summer with longer hair and ended it with really short hair. Finally did an act of rebellion, which didn’t go well with the rents but it’s part of growing up. I’m going to make my mistakes.

Now I’m psyched about getting situated in my dorm with my roommate. I also can’t wait to see all my friends. I can’t wait to have Starbucks with Kelli, pop my party cherry with Luis, and definitely can’t wait to hangout with my crush. *finger crossed it goes well* Oh and I am looking forward to more Kelli Excursions.

Goodbye Summer! Now to exchange my flip flops for my boots and light cardigans for my sweaters.

Location, Location, Location

It's all about location for me. I have always wanted to live in Chicago. One because of the music scene, and two because of the cuisine. I am a music and food junky. No denying that.



In fact, I choose a major that could get me a job anywhere and also the fact that I could possibly do my graduate studies in Chicago doesn't hurt either.

Smallest, but the bravest

Madeline was the smallest one, but the bravest one...



Madeline has been one of my favorite characters ever since I can remember, Romona and Matilda would be the only ones to rival it. I love how outspoken and adventurous she is. When in a rut she does not shy away from it, she faces it with no fear and plenty of spunk. Plus she lives in Paris.



When I cut my hair, many say I resemble Madeline. In fact when I was younger I could have played Madeline in the movie.