I'm Hoping That

these next few days go by rather quickly.

I'm ready for a change of scenery. To lose myself in the city.

I won't lie. I'm terribly bored with Annville.

I Love This Poem

It was read tonight at my college's production of The Vagina Monologues. Thank goodness for Maya Angelou.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size

But when I start to tell them

They think I'm telling lies.

I say

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips The stride of my steps

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please

And to a man

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees

Then they swarm around me

A hive of honey bees.

I say

It's the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth

The swing of my waist

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say

It's in the arch of my back

The sun of my smile

The ride of my breasts

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say

It's in the click of my heels

The bend of my hair

The palm of my hand

The need for my care.

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.

Simple Random Surveys (And I'm Automatically Bored)

It is physically and mentally impossible for me to pay attention during my 80 minute Tuesday/Thursday math class.

I've figured out that it's a good thing that I can teach myself this stuff, because the professor isn't very helpful and goes on and on about his magic desk.

Things that I do that cause me to have ADD for 3 hours a week.

1. Who I sit next to. He distracts me with notes and pictures all class long. Not to mention the random noises he makes (think Gary from Sponge Bob).

2. I'm usually always eating or drinking something.

3. I have a TI-83. You know, with Mario Brothers and Tetris. It requires a parental lock.

4. Meg and I text and bitch about our horrible math classes. She has a Stuttering Stanley and I have a Weeble Wobble that just won't fall down.

5. Math just plain sucks.

6. I'm thinking about my devotion of TTH napping, and I start counting down after 10 am even though I've still got 50 minutes left.

7. Split ends.

8. On Thursday I usually plan out my weekends. I've got to plan them out sometimes.

I randomly turned into class and he's talking about Black Magic and I see that URANIUM is written in big letters across the chalkboard and I say WTF?

Oh, and colored marshmallows.

My Simple (Sad Yet True) Motto For How I Live My Life

While most people have an exceptionally bright outlook on things, I'm still slightly pessimistic. I go by the 'don't get overly excited for something because when it doesn't work out you can't be that disappointed' way of thinking. However, since college started, I drifted away from that little mantra and began to look at things differently.

I took the change of major in Biology not as being something I couldnt do, but realized that I couldn't see myself doing everyday of my life for the next 40-some years.

I took the loss of friends that I've known for 13 years as out lives chnging as a mere positive thing since they helped make me who I was for the new people that I would get to meet.

And then, there's the job that you'd be perfect for. And that you'd go to pretty much any length to get. You've got people pumping you up about it for months. Finally, it's interview time, and you walk in to see some not so friendly faces and find yourself being asked about how your lack of varsity experience will allow you to coach swimmers with more experience than you.

You walk out the door and automatically know that you're sunk. You can tell and don't need to wait the week for the letter, but eventaully the letter comes to confirm what you've already known for the past 8 days. But you still cry and wonder why.

And from just that simple rejection letter, I snap back in to how I was before college, and why I lived by that motto.

And I wish that I didn't.

Go Hillary...??

If I wasn't sure who I was voting for before today, I definately have no clue who I'm voting for now. I would love for Obama to come to LVC and convince me otherwise but until then...pictures from today!

N.Y.C. - March '08 Edition

Really really windy at Girard Ave Station.

The busride to N.Y.C. (New favorite picture)

First experience with Nathan's Hotdogs at 8th & 43rd.

At Teany Cafe in the Lower East Side with Jason...

...and deep in conversation with Ed.

Grumpy face. I don't even remember having this picture taken. Blame that on my six sips of a sidecar and a Poma Peach.


Final destination: Philly.