finals week is looming near.

I have every single final exam next Tuesday. And I can't even begin to express how excited I am. And by excited I mean stressed out to the max. Since there's nothing really to do for them right now I'm kind of trying not to think about them since getting any hours, keeping my scholarship and not to mention staying in my sorority, is all riding on Tuesday.

So since I'm putting all that off; I found this:  http://everetthiller.imgur.com/my_holiday_party
It's too cool not to share. Some of that photoshopping is PRO! haha

Haha this is just one of my favorites.

I wish some of these guys would come to one of my parties! [; 

Now all there is really left to say is wish me luck and I'm sorry if I disappear for a couple days. I'm probably in a study induced coma or I'm watching When Harry Met Sally on repeat, eating ice cream, preparing myself for failure. Maybe I'll blog about my misery: get excited. 

knowing dimly

I'm finally home. I'm such a home-body; this is so weird for me. Have you ever been away from home for so long that when you come back something just doesn't feel right? And you know your mom's repainted and rearranged and they got a new refrigerator and they cleaned out the garage and your dog got a haircut and your brother is almost as tall as you now and your small town suddenly got new stop lights and a new gas station.

 But that's not it- and you can't put your finger on it. But home isn't the same anymore.

And then you realize... why you left.

Because you screwed up just about everything here. This town was like a bucket of paint. And then you came in and stirred it up and used what you wanted of it and splattered some of it on the carpet. And then there was nothing left here for you and you had to move on to a new bucket of paint. And now that I'm back I realize everyone else is still playing in the paint here- it just doesn't include me anymore.

This is the place where I found my other half. My temporary other half but my other half nonetheless. And then, being the kind of person I am, I left. And he painted me out of his life. And now that I'm back I realize I never took the time to paint him out of mine, I just left this place how it was.

Well enough with my silly paint analogies.

things that I learned the last weekend in October.

busy busy busy weekend.


First off. I kicked it off with a bunch of my very good friends at a local bar. This is where I learned that just about everything about Tennessee is confusing to Mississippi people. From license plates to ID's. Which is fine because apparently they think I'm 21. And then Saturday was the KΔ formal. That is the night that I learned: 1) trust no one with alcohol in their system and 2) people will sometimes come a very long way to see you. 


And then Saturday was Halloween. I spent it on the coast with my roommate and her family. And Mimi whom you may remember from one of my previous posts. Well on the drive we realized what a long way we had come from last year. I went from a "couple costume" with a boyfriend at the time to driving to the coast in matching costumes with someone who is not going to screw me over. Sometimes life sucks until you look back and realize how it's so much better than it was.