Bubble bubble bubble rinse

well here it is, 12:26 in the AM on a Friday night and I am just getting back from a very long and crazy night at one of the hottest clubs in Greenville. I'm beat! The girls and I decided that it was time that we experience a night on the town so we went downtown in Greenville, looking oh so fine and then we hit the dance floor. There were soo many people there and it was crazy, the alcohol was flowing and the guys were everywhere and generally pretty darn friendly. At least 4 different guys asked for my number and a few of them offered to drive me home. I said no thank you, I'm a lady. Except I did maybe get a number from one of the guys =)

Isn't my make believe life a lot more interesting than my real life? Yeah, I thought so too. The real story is that it is 12:26 in the AM on a Friday night and I am sitting here waiting for my laundry to finish so I can shove it in the dryer and forget about it until tomorrow. It's our first open house of the year and I don't HAVE to, I GET to wake up and be smiling and ready to schmooze at 8 o'clock in the Rainey Fine Arts Center, welcoming families who really want to know all about the hours of the Library and what the cafeteria meal plans are like, as well as what our NCAA division ranking is. Yay open house. That's pretty much it, I was just sitting here waiting and decided it might be a good time to update the old bloggeroo. That and there's only so much you can do on Facebook.

Well I suppose that's about it for now. Nothing too exciting is going on now, other than the fact that I got my very own copy of Luther for only 5 dollars. Sweet. Well my rinse cycle should be just about through so I shall return...but not tonight. Have a good weekend!

P.s. Diana is drawing a naked man right next to me...icky. (No she's not a pervert, it's for her figure drawing class, although she may just be using the class as an excuse...who knows with her) Just kidding, she'll be taping on little paper unmentionables later to the naked man. And right now she's saying "Sack of Peanuts"....I'll leave it at that

Hey Gillian...Your FACE(book)

Well I'm just writing to say that I haven't been writing in a long time...clearly. Anyway, the new big to-do around AC is facebook. Aaaaaaaah it's facebook, we can post cool pictures of ourselves looking all pensive by not looking at the camera and write things about ourselves like what our favorite books are and we can judge our popularity based on how many technological friends we have and by how many comments we have written our walls.

If I sound bitter about facebook, I'm totally not, because I definitely have been an active member, but it definitely has taken over the AC campus and oh man are people cuh-razy about it. Ah, trendiness...awesome.

Well, I'm sick now too. SUCK. oh well, I just took a quick break from everything to write on my blog which unfortunately is getting treated like the red-headed stepchild and getting completely overlooked. I'm not fond of the business lately, I haven't been able to practice either...sigh. Back to the grinding stone. If I don't write in awhile...don't fear. I'll probably post everyday...at Thanksgiving. Only 2 months left!

Perhaps this blog will become more of a bi-monthly thing...

So I've decided to post again mostly because I don't the last post to be the last one that I may ever post, you know...just in case something happens. Anyway, things are clearly in full swing which is why I may have appeared to have fallen off the face of the planet, but alas, no. I am just back in Interior design classes now. Sigh...sometimes it feels like it will never end. don't get me wrong. I'm not regretting it, but as usual Ms. Martin is hell on earth. I think she doesn't like me all that much anymore. and I few ideas about her "reasons" why. Number 1- I'm a music minor. Ms. Crazy head cannot stand it when you don't sign your name in blood over to her interior design program. Number 2- I refuse this year to let her get to me and I refuse to keep beating myself up trying to please her. I won't do it and she doesn't like this. *see reason number 1 again* Anyway those are just a few ideas about why she feels like she has to be harder on me than on my classmates and no, I'm not being sensitive about it, other people have noticed too. Anyway, I don't want to say I don't care, because I do care, but sometimes it's hard to try and stand up on your own two feet when someone who wears pointy toed high heels is always kicking you down. ouch.