So glide away on soapy heels, and promise not to promise anymore.

I have only a couple of things to say right now.

1.  My house is clean.  I LOVE that.

2.  I am seriously watching a musical episode of Grey's Anatomy.  And I feel that it's completely pointless. Not adding to the story line at all.  And I HATE that.

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

I listened to Death Cab for most of the day.  Never a bad day.  I also arranged flowers, which is why I chose that lyric as my title.  "...while you arranged flowers and chose color schemes.  Can you tell me why you have been so-o-O-o-o saaaaaad?"

I love learning new things!

But right now I have to study.  9 am test.  You know the drill.  If you happen to think of me at that time, throw up a prayer.

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, that much is true.

This moment finds me sitting in the Cox auditorium, very content.  I'm waiting for five o'clock to roll around so I can schedule my classes for fall while trying to pay attention to the study session which will also be beginning at that time.

Why am I so content, then, you ask?  Usually scheduling classes stresses me out.  Not today.  Know why? I've taken so many college courses that I'm in the first group to schedule after graduate students and graduating seniors.  Pathetic?  Maybe.  At least I'll get good classes instead of how scheduling this pitiful semester went.

I'm also content because it's raining.  It's 99% impossible for me to be stressed when I hear rain and/or thunder.  This classroom is an optimal spot to admire the sounds of both.  I mentioned something on Twitter about how much I liked hearing the National Weather Service severe weather alert, and someone told me that was strange.  Well, I guess I already knew that was strange, but it's completely true.  As a child (and I'm sure a couple of you remember this), one of my favorite things to do was to pretend that there was a big storm outside and turn off all the lights like the electricity went out and light candles everywhere.  Honestly, I think the main reason I love candles so much is because they remind me of the power going out.  Obviously, I'm not too crazy about the power being out after everything we went through with Gustav, but I still LOVE a good storm.  Nothing puts me in a better mood.

I can laugh in the face of all my insecurities.

Wellllll, I guess I'm not starting P90X today.  I don't have a guide book or equipment or anything, and I just can't have that.  The whole reason I want to do it is because it's supposedly so structured, but I can't just wing it.  I have a complex.

I have a test on Thursday, and I went to a study session tonight.  I've found that this particular teacher's study sessions are extremely helpful, especially since he pretty much just tells you exactly what he's putting on the test.  I did well on the last test, and for that one I only went to one of the study sessions.  This time I'm going to both so that my mind will be blown on how well I do.  However, it bothers me when people come to them and don't really care to be there.  It's optional, folks.  Please do not come sit directly behind me and talk to your two sorority sisters the whole time and whisper, "Okay, stop.  I'm ready to leave," after each objective the teacher goes over.  JUST LEAVE.  Also, please don't sit directly in front of me and proceed to consume an entire meal from Taco Bell.  You can't eat it outside or in your car?  You can't be taking notes while you're eating, so why bother?!

....aaaaaand I'm done.  Sorry about the rant.

When you feel embarrassed, I'll be your pride.

Today was a fun day. I won't go on and on about it, mostly because everyone reading this was there, with the exception of a couple of you. I absolutely adore being part of a big, loud, closely-knit family.

(I will take this area to interject that I'm sitting here blogging while Lauren is sitting next to me slowly losing her mind to Angry Birds. Not kidding you, she just said, AND I QUOTE, "Are you blogging? You better not write anything mean about me." We share a brain.)

Um, I'm not really sure what else to blog about at this point, so I'm just going to watch Jersey Shore. So goodnight. And if we hung out today, thank you for helping me have a great time.

You may be dead to me, but that don't mean we can't be friends.

Today is very short and very to the point.

If you have ever considered yourself a Relient K fan and you don't know about The Birds and The Bee Sides/The Nashville Tennis EP, YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON SOME VERY VALUABLE MUSIC. I don't even remember how I stumbles upon it, but some of this stuff is really life-changing.

Here are my favorite tracks:

"The Lining Is Silver"

"There Was No Thief"

"Curl Up and Die"

"Hope For Every Fallen Man [Acoustic]"

Do yourself a favor and get your hands on this.

If I'm restless, then why do I want nothing but to rest my soul?

What a boring Friday night! Normally I LOVE those, but tonight I just felt like a loser. Haha, not trying to get down on myself. I don't feel like a loser often, but tonight I definitely did. Plus, I watched tv for too long, and now I don't have time to read a cheesy teenager book. Boo.

Last night did not fare well for sleep. Thursday nights just have not been very lucky lately for sleep. Unfortunately, last night it was because Batman didn't feel well and woke me up every couple of hours to go outside. I'm extremely thankful, though, that it was waking up in the middle of the night that I had to do as opposed to cleaning anything off the carpet this morning. Such a good boy. But I'm still tired.

I'm excited about this weekend! Tomorrow night I get to go out downtown, which I actually haven't done in a while, for Lacey's birthday. Considering that I don't even know if I'll see her for her birthday next year, I'm going to enjoy every minute I get to spend with her. We've had a good friendship. Sure, it's had its weak moments, but the girl tends to stick by me no matter what. What else can I do but do the same for her? And then Sunday I get to spend time with most of you beautiful people! Eating crawfish!!! In the country!!!!! (CAN YOU TELL THAT I'M EXCITED?!)

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.

Thursday is my favorite day of the week. It always has been. If I ever get married, maybe I'll throw everyone for a loop and have my wedding on a Thursday. I don't particularly want to blog, but I kind of skimped last night, so I'm taking this blogging time to also eat some fro-yo since my throat hurts.

Tonight was a fun night. Bethany and Cydney came over, and all of us girls (Lauren included, obviously) went out for Thai food then came home and watched some tv, drank some wine, and chatted A LOT. So thankful for good girls' nights.

I'm so disappointed that NBC didn't decide to keep Perfect Couples. It's so funny! I now need to follow everyone in the cast because I seriously love all of them.

Ugh, I'm so tired. I'm done. Sorry again for another disappointing blog. Waited too late. :/

I'm willing to take the risk.

Guys, tonight I don't really feel like blogging. I just want to sit in my bed and watch Vampire Diaries until I fall asleep. Never did I ever think I'd hear myself say that. I don't like the girl who plays the main character. Didn't like her in Degrassi, either. Pretty much just watching it so that I can be up-to-speed when Gino's role starts.

Also, my computer is dying, and I don't feel like getting the charger. So goodnight friends. More tomorrow, I promise.

I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear.

Well, I narrowly avoided having a panic attack during my test today. I guess when I think of short-answer questions, I always imagine they'll be situational. I feel like I'd actually be quite good at questions like that because I try to think so logically. These questions were pretty much all "list and explain", which I'm HORRIBLE at. The explain part, I can do. This list part makes me want to cry and vomit at the same time (sorry if that's too graphic). This is why I've had so much trouble in college. I don't do memorization very well. I'm much better at things that can be figured out (with the exception of calculus). Oh well. Bethany tells me he curves this test, so here's hoping. At least now I know what the final will look like (and yes, this teacher only gives TWO tests). I'm determined to get through this. It really bothers me that it's been so difficult for me, especially since I sailed through grade school. This issue just may be my biggest insecurity.

Anywho, I was going to start P90X today. I have no idea if this is something I'll stick with. I just want to try it and see if I like it. I'm not putting too much pressure on myself about it. I just think it might be interesting. However, about five minutes into the instructional video, I hear a loud pop coming from the front of my subdivision, and the power goes out. The power hasn't gone out at all in the year I've lived here. I jokingly got on twitter and tweeted, "God? Is that you?" Haha, I'm still going to go through with trying P90X, but I just didn't get to start today. A friend suggested I begin on Monday since it's sort of a Monday through Saturday program anyway. So I guess I'll go with that. My body is getting fed up with all this laziness, though. Hopefully I'll at least get to run the lakes Thursday on my break.

It never ends, it never begins, it just keeps on going like it is.

...And, baby, that's the way that it should be.

Gosh, I love that old song. Anyone remember it? "Love Songs" by Flemming & John. It's one of my favorite songs, I can promise you that.

I have a test tomorrow. Studying for it is what I should be doing right now, but I need to blog today, so this is what's happening.

After I blogged last night, I studied then watched the series finale of Big Love. I love that show. I love Bill Paxton. I really love the whole cast, if I'm being honest. Hell, I even love Chloe Sevigny (sp?). That's saying a lot. After it was over, I had an emotional breakdown to shame all others. I was home alone, so that helped, but I sobbed and sobbed, and seriously the tears were just streaming. I think I needed that. It sort of made today something of an emotional roller coaster, especially since I was dealing with other things. But those things have also been worked out, and I'm in a great mood. The sunshine is back.

Let's just hope the sun shines on this marketing test tomorrow (which I have AWESOME notes for, by the way, thanks to the lovely Bethany). If you're thinking of me around 1:30, a prayer would be appreciated.

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me.

REALLY productive day. I love how Sundays are just always like that. Even when I do nothing on Sunday, it feels like I did everything I needed to do. Today, however, I didn't do nothing. I cleaned my house. And BOY did I clean. From root to tip, guys. I also bought a lamp for my living room and got an awesome deal on it, so I rewarded myself with Spring Oreos. Where did I get both a lamp and Oreos, you ask? None other than Target, definitely one of my favorite places on the planet. Now here is a story for you.

So after I clean my house, I am, of course, filthy. I took a shower and for some reason felt compelled to do my hair and makeup. Not a full face of makeup, just enough to look put-together with my glasses on. And my outfit was kind of cute, too. I went to my normal Target (they were having a sale on lamps), but there was something I wanted that wasn't there, so I thought I'd give the ole Millerville Target a shot since I had some time. And wouldn't you know, they had just what I was looking for. Here's the fun part: There was a really cute guy there. He was SUPER tall (sorry, Lauren and Steph, I can't stop being attracted to that), and he was wearing a yellow shirt. I probably wouldn't have noticed him, but he let me pass in a busy aisle, and I think that's nice. Also, it was one of those situations where every corner I turned, he happened to also be there. So I noticed him. I thought maybe he noticed me, too, so I snuck around to the makeup aisle then peeked, and he was looking at me! I had a grocerystalker, y'all, and he was cute! Maybe some people would be creeped out by that, but I was very flattered. Alas, like most of these stories, nothing came of it, but it made my day. And who knows if I'll every run into him again, but I just may shop at the Millerville Target a little more often.

I don't know how to own you.

Blogging early today, yessiree, because I just spent most of the day in the sun, so I'd like the option to fall asleep and not wake up until morning for the remainder of the evening.

Today was a fun day. Sunshiny, if you will. I woke up super early (but that's alright because if you remember, I went to bed at 9:30 last night) to get my hair done. Getting my hair done is great because I also got to fill Crystal in on all the ridiculousness of this week. PLUS, I got out of there in time to go home, change, put on my face, and go to the St. Patrick's Day parade! And I played with babies and danced and caught beads and drank a margarita. THEN we went to Sam and Jesse's and just had a great afternoon listening to music, eating, chatting, and laying in the grass. All in all, a lovely day with lovely people.

The only bad part was the tendency to text a certain someone who I promised myself I wasn't texting/calling until tomorrow. I haven't felt that sort of urgency in quite some time, and I have to tell you, I don't like it one bit. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I hate dating. Or not dating. OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT'S GOING ON BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA.

I quit every game I play.

I think I like using song lines as my blog titles. I'll stick to that. Lot's of television shows do it, including Veronica Mars, one of the greatest of all time.

Today was a really weird day. It started very early, much earlier than I had planned. And let's just say that question mark from two posts ago and that door from last post, I guess they both still exist. I can't say that I'm happy about that. I'd just like some certainty, one way or the other.

There is one other area of my life that IS certain. I made sure of it today. That decision was a painful one to make, but it was for the best. And frankly, I'm glad it's said and done.

I ate the last of my frozen servings of chili tonight. I had to finish them before winter was officially over. Lauren laughs at me for things like that, and I suppose it is strange. I just make these really odd rules for myself, and I swear to sticking by them. It's one of my many quirks. To be honest, I sort of like that quirk. I guess I'm just a big fan of boundaries. NO, I will not listen to Christmas music or wear Christmas attire before Thanksgiving. This is just one example of many, many silly rules I have. I think I like Target because of things like that. They just don't put out things for certain holidays until the appropriate times. Did you see any Easter candy at Target before Mardi Gras? No, you didn't. Because Target has boundaries. And I love boundaries.

Guys, I'm running on so little sleep right now. Yes, I understand this post sounds like it was written by a lunatic. Like I mentioned yesterday, this is just what my life is like. Some days I'm melancholy, others I'm irrational.

And it's 9 pm on Friday, and I'm going to bed. Goodnight all.

Don't read this.

I'm struggling today. Every now and then I fall into this rut. I tend to get down on myself for things that are pretty much out of my control. It's hard for me to not ask why. What can I do to change this situation? There really is nothing. All I can do is try to not think about it. But it's almost like the more I do that, the worse days like today become. And I guess this is a good explanation as to why I'm so emotional for every little thing. It really is a deeply personal issue, so I'm sorry to be vague, but I have a feeling that most of you reading this know where my head is.

I read a facebook note this morning written by a girl who has been in and out of my life for the past nineish years. She's a few years younger than me, so in earlier years it was quite an age gap. I met her just before her 13th birthday, back when I was pushing 17, so I see her as a younger sister. She's gone through a lot in those years, and she is an amazing writer. She knows how much I love reading her work, so she tags me in these notes. This particular note was about regret. It really made me think about how much I let regret consume me sometimes. I've been forgetting to remind myself that I made the best decisions I could with the information I had, and they were all the right decisions because they were mine and there really is no other option than them being right because I can't change them now. I think if I were more satisfied with where my life is now it would be easier for me to let these things go.

As far as last night goes, sorry I don't have any juicy information for you. I'm left just as clueless as ever. I tried, I really did. Because of that, I'm considering that situation a lost cause. In my mind, there is no open door. I'm going to go along as I have for the past year or so, and it will simply be nothing more than it is. Perhaps this is the source of my slump today.

Sorry to be such a downer today. This is just the reality of my life. I'm sure it will be sunshiny tomorrow.

It's more common than you think.

Day Two. Not such an interesting day so far. It does have potential, though.

I'm doing my post a early today because I have a date (?) tonight. You're probably wondering what's up with the question mark. Yeah, so am I. Hopefully I'll work up the guts to address said question mark this evening. Aside from all of that, I get to eat at my favorite BR restaurant tonight, and you will never, ever hear me complain about that.

For the past several months I've been reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It's probably the longest book I've ever read, and with the reintroduction of studies back into my life, I'm reading it rather slowly. I have completely fallen in love with this book, as well as with the heroes and heroine within its pages. Since my adult years have found me reading much more than I had in my adolescent years, I realize that I become very emotionally involved with the books I read. Perhaps something is wrong with me. Or perhaps I just read really wonderful books. I'm leaning more toward the idea of something being wrong with me, though, because books aren't the only things I get emotional about. Movies, television shows, magazine articles, etc. I become very moved. I wonder why that is.

Anyway, that about wraps it up for the day. That all felt very random. Sorry I'm not so good at thought composition. I'll try to get better.

Et tu, Brute?

(This post has nothing whatsoever to do with backstabbing.)

Welcome to my first (hopefully) annual 30-day blogging challenge. Guys, this commitment happened on such a whim, and I'm truly thankful for all the lovely people who have decided to come along on this journey with me.

I like recording my thoughts. Thats probably why I have 4,610 tweets to date. But those are just jumbled sentences. I like the idea of a blog, and I've always wanted to be the kind of person who was consistent with one. In fact, several years ago, as many of you know, I had a Xanga account which I kept up with pretty well. Unfortunately, after a bitter breakup I decided to go the Spotless Mind route and erased it from the internet completely (after hand-rewriting each entry into a journal).

That all being said, I issued this challenge as an attempt to fall in love with blogging once more. I like this idea so much that after this challenge, I think I'd like to issue myself other types of 30-day challenges to try and incorporate other things into my life that used to be. Perhaps I'll share them, perhaps I won't. It really depends how I'm feeling at the time.

Since today is day one, I thought I'd keep it short and sweet since I'm not so used to this yet. An introduction, if you will. I really can't tell you that I'll keep this blog personal. In fact, I'll probably throw some beauty product talk in, maybe some recipes, maybe some song lyrics. Really whatever is on my mind each particular day. The posts will most likely happen at night because I have an irrational fear that I'll blog too early, then something amazing will happen, and I'll have to wait until the next day to blog about it, at which point I will have forgotten all about it.

So sorry today was boring. I think tomorrow I'll have something good to talk about. Teaser: It will most likely be about Atlas Shrugged and/or a relationship situation.

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.