Sheepish
Nothing exciting happened today. For once. I could complain about somethings though. But I'm trying to stop. Lately I've been voicing my complaints a little more than I've ever practiced before. And as outspoken as I am, that was always a big no no in my book. People that complain are sooo annoying. They make me want to vomit. I've always been concientious of that. Complaining I mean. But now, I've been careless and have let my mouth run a little more than it should becoming the very thing I hate. I should stop. Like five minutes ago.
Oh I remember! This is actually really funny. Have you ever found a bruise or scratch on your body somewhere that you don't remember getting? You just happen to look in the mirror and suddenly discover a mark that you don't remember taking part in? Well, something not quite like that happened to me the other day. So let me explain:
So I went to a fall retreat over the weekend and one night while lying on my bed I caught a glimpse of my feet and almost barfed (because they were in dire need of a pedicure). My nails were long and jagged and crooked and ridgety. My soles were hard and crusty and needed some major lotioning. I just couldn't believe that I let myself go out on this trip before running some nail clippers through my toes! How EMBARRASSING. (It's just that I haven't had any time with school and stuff to be worrying what my feet look like, you know?) Anyways, I wake up this morning and my feet have never been sooo beautiful in my whole entire life. And I don't remember giving myself a pedicure! I woke up thinking I would wear sandals that day, and then quickly rescinded that thought because I remember the hideousness of my feet at the retreat, when....low and behold! My feet were beautiful!! But who dunnit? I didn't. An angel of mercy, perhaps? haha. Funny, huh?
Close as Penguins
It's funny how cold weather brings people together. This morning I got up bright and early to catch the 6:29am-Highland bus to txstate. At about 6:39 we weren't "having it" anymore and decided to huddle up like a bunch of penguins to keep warm. It was great! I met five-new-cool people. Behroz (pronounced Berus-whom has served in desert storm), Emily (who had an 8:00am class), Lance (who has served in the navy for three years) and some other chic that ditched us after about an hour of waiting. (I never got her name).
So finally, around 8:00am, this guy named Travis (who recognized Behroz-pronounced Berus) pulls up in his SUV and tells us he's just gotten off the phone with auxillary services and that apparently the 6:29am AND 7:32am bus are stuck in traffic (yeah right! They're totally are at Whataburger chowing down on a sausage biscuit slash sipping on some coffee until the traffic dies down. It doesn't take that long to get through traffic that early in the morning-AND I promise this is the last of the parenthesis). So he offers us all a ride. Well, actually Behroz just kind of invited himself and subsequently so did the rest of us. But Travis was totally cool with it. We each gave him $5 for gas for the trouble. What a sweetheart!
It was such a pleasant drive. We all talked about our weekend. Then, our majors. Then, Michael Jackson (Don't ask). Then, our role-models (oddly enough Lance does not believe in role-models and oh crap I forgot I wasn't supposed to use anymore parenthesis). Then a little bit of football, because the guys outnumbered the girls in the SUV. I didn't contribute much to that conversation. Now, had it been tennis-talk...I probably would have contributed the most. Then, we talked about camping and what to bring on camping trips, because Travis had mentioned he had just gone camping. Then, our ideal jobs. Then, it abruptly switched over to the subject of Chemistry, because it had just "sunk in" that I had mentioned Chemistry as my major and Lance suddenly became very interested in what plans my were with that field. Or maybe he fancied me. Probably not. That would be too good to be true. NEways. I really got to know these people and I hope I run into them again sometime in the near future. I recommend waiting for the bus in cold-rainy weather if you are looking to build relationships.
I believe in feet-angels
Nothing exciting happened today. For once. I could complain about somethings though. But I'm trying to stop. Lately I've been voicing my complaints a little more than I've ever practiced before. And as outspoken as I am, that was always a big no no in my book. People that complain are sooo annoying. They make me want to vomit. I've always been concientious of that. Complaining I mean. But now, I've been careless and have let my mouth run a little more than it should becoming the very thing I hate. I should stop. Like five minutes ago.
Oh I remember! This is actually really funny. Have you ever found a bruise or scratch on your body somewhere that you don't remember getting? You just happen to look in the mirror and suddenly discover a mark that you don't remember taking part in? Well, something not quite like that happened to me the other day. So let me explain:
So I went to a fall retreat over the weekend and one night while lying on my bed I caught a glimpse of my feet and almost barfed (because they were in dire need of a pedicure). My nails were long and jagged and crooked and ridgety. My soles were hard and crusty and needed some major lotioning. I just couldn't believe that I let myself go out on this trip before running some nail clippers through my toes! How EMBARRASSING. (It's just that I haven't had any time with school and stuff to be worrying what my feet look like, you know?) Anyways, I wake up this morning and my feet have never been sooo beautiful in my whole entire life. And I don't remember giving myself a pedicure! I woke up thinking I would wear sandals that day, and then quickly rescinded that thought because I remember the hideousness of my feet at the retreat, when....low and behold! My feet were beautiful!! But who dunnit? I didn't. An angel of mercy, perhaps? haha. Funny, huh?
Halt
San Marcos had another Power outage (this is the 3rd time this year). I'm so sick of this town. Not as bad as Waco though. But running a close 2nd. The only thing that doesn't make this town bad as Waco is that nothing of mine has gotten stolen yet. And hopefully I haven't spoken too soon. Anyways, it's a known fact that internet needs electricity to function properly and since electricity was out so was the internet. Which is bad when you have online homework you need to submit. And EVERYTHING is in some way or form online now. I'm not a fan, personally. It's funny how all of these electronic commodities were designed primarily to increase the rapidity and effeciency of connectivity, yet it primarily disconnects us more and more from one another. Hmf. I'll probably right a little more later. It's too early in the day for any real drama.
