I Really

need to find out what marijuana smells like. You know, so I won't be the laughing stock anymore. If anybody has a joint or some brownies that they don't need...

hook me up.

I Wait by Beth Elliot

I wait.
Dear Lord, Thy ways
Are past finding out,
Thy love too high.
O hold me still
Beneath Thy shadow.
It is enough that Thou
Lift up the light
Of Thy countenance.
I wait--
Because I am commanded
So to do. My mind
Is filled with wonderings.
My soul asks "Why?"
But then the quiet word,
"Wait thou only
Upon God."
And so, not even for the light
To show a step ahead,
But for Thee, dear Lord,
I wait.

~

I don't like animals...unless they are genetically engineered...to taste good.
~Tiara

COFFEE

Illegible words
form on the lines
of the tongue
detach themselves from reason
and plunge their way
through the lips
and fall upon
reasonable ears
and yet nothing
happens
......
Oh
the power of
caffeine.

[referring to a cheddar and sour cream chip]

It's like heaven....in a flat, crispy, hydrogenated oil saturated sort of way.
~Tam

Listening To: "Salvation is Here"

by: Hillsong United
Reading: Hamlet by William Shakespeare


I really like that feature on xanga. Too bad I have to do it manually here on blogger. Oh well.

So I just didn't pass my driver's test for the second time ("didn't pass" sounds better than "fail"). It really helped that both of my parents were there this time. I also had the sweetest lady as a driving tester, but still. I am not mad really at anyone or anything in particular. If anything, I am just kind of pissed at everything and nothing at the same time. I didn't cry this time around. There is no point in acting like I'm not dissappointed, though, is there? I really want to pass. That's all I want to do.

I am putting this on the blog because I think it is better to externaiize (is that a word?) these frustrations so that I can get them out of my system. I went to Walmart right after the test and I really wanted to indulge in chocotherapy. I knew that this was the wrong way to go.....especially since I hadn't had breakfast yet.

I just don't like to fail. As much as I want the music to cue up right now, and have Uncle Jesse explain to me that everything is going to be all right, Michelle....as much as I want to hug DJ and Stephanie and bing bang boom another life lesson is learned in a mere 30 minute time slot and I walk away from this with a positive attitude....

I don't think that's going to happen. I am signing this in a funk. I think I shall stay in said funk for about an hour, if that's all right with you all. I'll talk to you when everything is .....better.

Burnt popcorn /=/ marijauna

I found this out the hard way last night when I was on duty.

Come on, though. How am I supposed to know what marijuana smells like? I called the hall director on duty and made him come all the way over to the other side of East campus to tell me that it was just burnt popcorn. Whoops. I did the right thing, so I don't feel bad about that. I wonder if I am going to have to amp up my gangsta so that next time I think it's marijuana, I'll know.

Gangsta T in the hizzle.


Don't eat hash browns at 1:30 in the morning, no matter how delicious they look/taste. You WILL feel it in the morning...

I am being such a bum. I need to read Hamlet for my Shakespeare class, but facebook seems so much more appealing right now. I think I am trying to make up for the times that I wasn't on facebook these past couple of weeks, but this is starting to get ridiculous. OK. I am going to shut up now. Shakespeare, here I come!

One last thing: What kind of mess is it that I only have one test in Shakespeare? What the heck, man? At least it will be the first essay test that I have had since I graduated from high school. I am looking forward to BS'ing my way to an A in that class.

If only it was that simple.

OK, I am done.

*Tamara pretends like she is getting off of the computer when instead she is about to peruse through TV Links to see what TV show she can watch today*

I thought that was yesterday

The way I see it, college shouldn't remind me of high school.

I guess I am setting my standards really high, but hear me out. I think when I first came to college I expected things to play out where you should know everyone, and if you only hang out with a selected group of people then you are an exclusive loser and you needed a social life. I think I was wrong about both of these. There is something about cliques, though, that will always bother me. At least, some of the ones that I know. I realize that everyone is exclusive at some point in time, and it's not really fair to expect otherwise from a race of humans whose number one goal is to belong. Actually, if that's how you like to roll, then by all means do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable.

It really bothers me, though, when people try to fit me in the exact same box as them. I don't think it's really fair to hold anyone to a certain criteria that will either help you or put you on an island by yourself. I mean, what the heck? I thought the point of life was to try and be your own person. Why would I want to only hang out with a certain group of people and only do certain things that are expected of me?

Sometimes I feel crazy because of what I do. I guess that is partly because I sometimes I am treated like I am crazy for what I do. Hmm.

I am just bothered people's insecurities and how they have to take it out on other people. But this is the nature of the beast. C'est la vie.

I'm FLLLLLYYYYYYYINNNGG!!!!!

Dude. I was so out of it last night. As soon as I hit "publish post" on the last blog I literally blacked out. And when I say blacked out, I mean I opened my eyes and I could seriously not figure out where I was, what I was doing, and why I was there. It was kind of scary.

But I got sleep, and that is all that matters. What what.

I wonder sometimes if I am immature, and also if I am the only one who is immature. By immature, I mean in the way that I live my life. Exhibit A: Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday my first class is in the Management Building in Tech Square. For those of you who don't know, the Management building is attached to the Georgia Tech Barnes & Noble Bookstore. You know, the place where you sell your soul and perhaps your firstborn at the beginning of every semester for some textbooks and maybe an overpriced PRS transmitter. Anyway, every MWF I find myself waking up (oftentimes too late) and leaving my dorm with 10 minutes to get to class on time. However, whenever I walk into the entrance that can take me either into B&N on the left or the stairs that take me to the first floor of the Management Building, I almost always take the door on the left. Why, you might ask? Because inside of the B&N is an escalator. And on the escalator is where I like to find myself every morning. Why? Because escalators are fuuuuun. I mean, they are like moving stairs! Isn't that a good enough reason? And the fact that I am going so high up makes me excited because when I look back on the ground that I just left I feel as though I'm flying. Yes, fllllyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiing. IT'S AWESOME!!!!!! The way I see it, it's worth the added two minutes that it takes to go up the escalator, then through the second floor, out of the B&N, through the Management building, and then down the stairs to my actual class. Totally, completely, utterly worth it.

And I wonder, is that normal? I mean sometimes I get the feeling as I go through college life that people are so far removed from their old childhood imaginations. Seriously, I wonder if I am the only college student who gets a kick out of using an umbrella when it's raining outside (it's like you have some sort of forcefield around you that is impenetrable by the drops of rain) or if I am the only college student who still opens up the washer so that you can see the clothes swish around (it's the coolest thing ever). Am I the only college student who thinks its cool to wear lab goggles?

Am I?

Hmm.....maybe I should go order a tall white mocha frappuccino and discuss politics while wearing Birkenstocks.

And all beige.

I think that would do the trick. Maybe that will convince you all that I am not socially retarded in how I think about the world. Maybe then I will be taken seriously. Maybe I won't snicker every time someone says "duty" anymore. Maybe I will stop watching the kiddie shows like Arthur or Little Einsteins. Maybe I will stop feeling cool whenever I unflip my cell phone. Maybe I will stop riding the escalator whenever the opportunity presents itself. Maybe....maybe.


Pish. Who am I kidding? Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at approximately 8:28 am you know where to find me. I will be in the process of flying to the moon by way of a super cool escalator. Feel free to join me if you like...I only have one rule for those who want to embark with me on this adventure....




No. Birkenstocks. Allowed.






*But we're never gonna survive....unless we get a little crazy.*
~Alanis Morissette

my eyes doth droop version 2.0

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

tired.

I never thought I'd experience burnout, but I think I am smack dab in the middle of it right now.

I'm too pooped to poop.

Gross.


Seriously though, I have had this one theme that has threaded its way through my subconscious over the past couple of days, interwoven in the mindset that I will blog when I have the time. Now the opportunity has presented itself I realize that I am not even close to the right frame of mind where I can even begin to articulate what I have to say. I have reverted to the lowest tier on Maslow's hierarchy of needs, and the only thought on my mind right now is sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

It's like candy.

Sweet, sweet candy.


Dude, I am not even typing sense. GOOD NIGHT. I'll tell you what I really wanted to tell you later.

You know, when I'm alive.





Round and round the carousel
It's got you under it's spell
Movin' so fast, going nowhere

Up and down the ferris wheel
Tell me how does it feel
To be so high
Lookin' down here

Is it lonely?
Lonely?
Lonely?

~Norah Jones