randoms. . .

randoms, in no particular order.

* I want to learn how to play the piano. It's such a beautiful instrument.

* Spring is my second favorite season. Not only because it goes from cold to warm, but because everything is bloom and outside just smells soooo good. I love going for a good run before, during, or after a good clean rain. And when it's sunny out and I can smell every bit of nature out there . . . garbage, sewage, and dog poop is not included in nature but is a typical odor detected as I run, unfortunately.

* there is a light out in one of the study rooms in MoJo. Well, a candle light that is on a medieval, chandelier looking light fixture. I am looking at it as we speak. . .

* I can't spell the word "medieval." I tried m-e-d-e-v-i-l . . . wrong.

* I got burnt today. I am tanning (boo) so that I don't burn when I am on my cruise in the Caribbean and I got toasted to a t. It actually hurts. I'm pretty sure that this is the worst burn I've ever had, including ones from the REAL sun. Ugh, I hate fake-baking.

* THE CRUISE IS IN ONE MONTH EXACTLY . . . in an hour : DD Kiss it. I'm gonna be soaking up rays on a boat in the middle of the ocean while everyone else is . . . well, either in school, or if they're from my school, hammered drunk in Mexico. Bummer.

* Hammered drunk in Mexico is NEXT year for TriBeta. Okay not everyone, but we want to take a trip down somewhere tropical over spring break for some real TriBeta time . . . and since I will be the only 21-year old, anywhere in US is just not going to work. So Mexico or the Bahamas or . . . somewhere-warm-where-the-drinking-age-is-under-21, count us IN!

* I still need a new wardrobe . . . I will always need one.

* My face really hurts from this sunburn, er, fake-burn. whatev, it's painful.

* I've been working out about every other day as in a p90x workout, running, or pilates and doing ab ripper x every other day. Gotta get that spring break beach bod ; )

* We are officially switching to Verizon because Sprint SUCKS! . . . and everyone has Verizon. Except Michelle . . .

* it was -3 out today. And I went to two classes and a study group. I'm a tough cookie- tough on the outside, soft on the inside : )

That's enough randoms for one night.

Besides, my orgo and I have a date tonight . . . you know, Thirsty Thursdays are actually Think Orgo Thursday now.

lame.

and I wasn't talking about the fact that Thursdays are no longer nights to go out.

but that my joke sucked.

That much.

: D

I have.

the best.

boyfriend.

E V E R.

: D / ♥

(There's Gotta Be) More To Life"

I've got it all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let it go

There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure

There's gotta be more
Than wanting more

I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I'm half way out the door
Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing

i'm wanting more
I'm always waiting on something other than this
Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed

	Stacie Orrico - (There's Gotta Be) More To Life .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

D i s t a n c e is not for the fearful, it is for the bold.

It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time a l o n e

in exchange for a little time with the one they love.

It's for those knowing love when they see it,

even if they don't see it nearly enough.

[unknown]

thank you goo.

"Become"

There's so much more about you that you never let them see
You turn away
But not to me
And I know how they tried to take you
Held you up and meant to break you down
But you can't be

For so long I tried to reach you
I know I'm almost there
I'm close enough for you to see

You've been hiding in the shadows
Have you forgotten how we used to dream
Let me remind you
The light doesn't blind you at all
It just helps you see
Can you see

Yeah you have become
Yeah you have become beautiful

And I can't be the stranger
That's been sleeping in your bed just
Turn around and come to me
I feel all the pain inside
And everything you been denied you feel
It's all you feel

You've been hiding in the shadows
Have you forgotten how we used to dream
Let me remind you
The light doesn't blind you at all
It helps you see
Can you see

Yeah you have become
Yeah you have become beautiful
Yeah you have become
Yeah you have become beautiful

Brush back your hair and look around you
Feeling like the truth has found you here
You're here with me
Let love become the mirror
With no fear where you're from
You have become beautiful

Waste of time . . . or is it?

A silly, stupid, pointless, and money-hoarding requirement of LSA at Umich is that we must have a four semester proficiency in a foreign language. I have heard of no other school requiring anything of the sort, but naturally, ours does so that they may get more money to pay RichRod to stick around.

Instead of continuing in my spanish "career," of which never really started, I decided instead to embark on a mission of learning Italian. I've always wanted to go to Italy and language is supposed to just, stay in your head for ever . . . so why not. I wasn't planning on going there anytime soon.

Now that I think about it, now is the best time for me to go. I have no commitments other than school or a job or classes and it will always look good that I studied in a foreign country. I'm not talking a semester or anything, just a short session, about a month long, in Rome, preferably.

And as I search online for something, I find there is so much to do in fashion and I am half tempted to sign up for one of those classes, the only problem being, I am afraid I wouldn't come back, or that if I did, I would go back to Michigan and would instead go out west and try to start something.

Silly, yes. Irrational, yes. You only live once though right?

Of course, I am all talk and no action in these sorts of things, well, in most everything in all honesty. So instead I will probably take a drawing class, or history class, or just Italian language class.

I wouldn't be able to go this summer, maybe next summer. And I would definitely consider it after I graduate UMich since I'll be taking a semester off . . . I am sort of thinking of taking a year off and doing some traveling, just sort of living by the seat of my pants. Everyone's got to do it sometime.

Perhaps I am just tired right now and rambling and thoughts are jumbled. Well I know all of that listed above is a fact, but I would really like to go to Italy asap.

I don't think my mother would be too crazy about letting me go to a foreign country on my own . . . or my boyfriend.

ehh, it's still in the works though.

Just something I'd like to check off "The List"

Ponderings

A few things on my mind tonight that are really of no importance and in no particular order . . .

Why do people cheat?

Keeping up with the Kardashians was on tonight and here sits the only son, Rob, trying to win back his ex girlfriend whom he had dated for 2 years or something, maybe more. He loved her, moved in with her, and cheated on her. Now hold up just one second . . . cheated? Why? First off, she was an absolute babe- the scandalous Cheetah girl who came out with some racy photos (but I mean, who hasn't done that nowadays? oh . . . wait, me. ) Who can get better than her? And then he sits and talks about how they were "so compatible." Then what, buddy, compelled you to cheat on her?

Sorosstitutes drive me insaaaaaane.

Especially here. I mean, yes, there are a few girls who are wonderful and everything and I am so grateful to have them as friends but all the others, oy. They're so ungrateful and stuck upon themselves. Perhaps I am just uneducated. It probably doesn't help that I call them sorosttitutes but if just a few of them that aren't my friends before they become one of "them" could step out of their little cubby world full of designer clothes, mixers, those little ribbons they tie around their head to make them look like hippies, and friggin leggings (RETIRE THEM!!!!), maybe they would see there are more things to this life than the biggest party or the pride and award of being the girl with the most sorority stuff on campus . . . such as, I dunno, MANNERS?!

Why do I go here?

This has been on my mind so much lately, and has been since last year when I went home for the summer. I thought about it a lot this summer, and even considered calling a few people to see what they would think about it. Why am I going to a school where I don't know what to do when I have free time because THAT is how much I study? What is fun about that? You're only 18, 19, 20, 21, 22 once, right? I understand it's the rest of my life, but after all of that's over, then what? I get a job and do the same thing every day . . .

I mean, don't get me wrong. I will probably doubt all of this and have second thoughts on it until I graduate, which I will do from U of M. But I will always wonder what if I would have gone out west and done the other thing that I really want to do?

There's a lot more that goes with this topic, but I just don't always feel like divulging . . . plus, there are other things on my mind. Perhaps I will provide the extended version to this one another night when I have time. . . 'cause guess what I am off to do at 1:09 am? That's my own fault though, I took study breaks. Wowwww I took study breaks and STILL have to be up til 2 doing work . . .

My plan for this summer has changed.

It could be for the better or for the worse . . . not sure which yet. I misread something on Hillsdale College's website and will not be returning home this summer to shadow, work, and volunteer at the hospital. Instead, I will stay up here and pay rent for an additional four months as well as go to class and work. I haven't decided if I am excited about this or not . . .

Dang, I sound like a real debbie downer miss party pooper tonight and I'm sorry . . . I promise it'll get better :)

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Surprisingly, there is something much much harder than any college chem course I will ever take, though it does deal with chemistry.

I'll give you a hint.

It isn't a class.

. . . one month? maybe? ish?

: )

randoms. . .

I need a new wardrobe.

Okay, need is not the correct word. I want a new wardrobe . . . it's a little sad. I just, love clothes, shoes, purses, belts, shoes, jeans, shoes, heels, shoes. Hmm, I see a trend here. I like piecing things together and looking schnazz-ayyy ; )

I still want a dog.

a real dog, though Santa was good to me and brought me a pug that breathes (thanks Ma for relaying that message on. . . ). He is super cute, but still fake. My mother says Santa did it right with a dog that doesn't pee, poop, eat, bark, or require any house training. I say, Santa, go big or go home. Santa later told me (via my mother) that she, I mean, he wishes she, er, he could have bought me a real dog but now is just not the time (next year, maybe? : DD)

I will be celebrating new years next year in Vegas.

not quite sure who will be accompanying me, but if you're 21 and down for celebrating the new year, let me know 'cause you can definitely tag along : )

This semester, I may take drastic measures. . .

I am taking organic chemistry, aka: committing college suicide. This could be my hardest semester in college, ever . . . other than freshman year. I am taking 17 credits and orgo and orgo lab are 5 of them (I think . . . maybe it's four). Whatev. My blogs are going to be reduced to one a month.

I got a new camera!!!!

Yayyyy! I have no idea what was wrong with my old one, but I can't find the charger and I think it was having problems anyways. So now I have a Canon SD780 IS and I lovvvve it. It's so tiny!!

Here's to the New Year!

Happy 2010!! I didn't write about my new years this year because I was out with my lovely boyfriend and my lovely ttt and other people from high school : ) It was definitely different than how we throw down at UMich but it got the job done for some, so that's all that matters : ) It was still a good time, and fun to expose Jeffrey to Hillsdale and its finest at their best : P