So Today is Going to be a Good Day

Well. This picture is from when Kaleigh and I storm-chased. (There is a video of it on facebook). Everytime I see it I start laughing. So, because the next few days are going to be crazy, I thought I'd post it just so I'd have to laugh whenever I see it.

I am laughing right now. Already.

Anyways, Mat Kearney is coming Thursday. And I am in charge of getting things ready for him. I love him, but from the list of things he wants, I'm afraid he might be a little bratty.

Here's the list:

(48) Forty Eight Bottles of Natural Spring Water, Room Temperature

(12) Twelve Assorted Sodas (Coke, Diet Coke, Diet Dr Pepper- NOT Caffeine Free

(1) One Container of Hummus

(1) One Bag of Whole Wheat Pita Bread

(10) Ten Bottles of Naked Juice (Green Machine, Blue Machine, Etc)

(10) Ten Bottles of Vitamin Water (XXX, Formula 50, Etc) NOT 10 CALORIE

(1) One Bag of Blue Corn Tortilla Chips

(1) One Jar of Medium or Mild Salsa (Fresh from the Shelf)

(2) Two Large Bags of Kettle Brand Chips (Sea Salt & Vinegar, Honey Dijon, Salt & Pepper, BBQ)

(1) One Boxes of Wheat Thins

(1) One Bag of Baby Carrots

(1) One Bag of Assorted Raw Vegetables (Broccoli, Cauliflower, Etc)

(1) One Pound of Freshly Sliced Turkey in Ziplock Bag

(1) One Pound of Freshly Sliced Ham in Ziplock Bag

(2) Two Packages of Freshly Sliced Cheese (Provolone, Swiss, Etc)

(1) One Loaf of Whole Grain or Wheat Bread

(3) Three Packs of Orbit Sugar Free Gum

(5) Five Bottles of Kombucha Tea

(1) One Box of Throat Coat Tea, Peppermint Preferred

(1) One Container of Honey

(1) One Hot Pot, Or Access to Hot Water

(20) Twenty Hot Cups

(30) Thirty Solo Cups for Cold Drinks

(1) One Container of Clean Ice (for drinks)

Now some of those things are understandable. But all of them? And so specific? A little ridiculous.

But he's good, and there are 9 other people coming with him, so I guess it's legit.

Butttt. I am glad he has the list. Because that means an SAC funded Walmart trip with Kaleigh, eberyone else who is interested, and maybe we can even convince Ace to come along.

Ace. True lub.

I was taking notes on my anatomy slides yesterday in the SGA office, and then I left all my anatomy on the table when I went to work in Tyler's office. When I was in my room last night, I glanced at my notes, and I had a blank at hemeostasis. But Ace had made it Hemeostasis = I ♥ Dane. First of all, somehow Ace knows everything - Prince Caspian, Dane - everything. Second of all - I do not heart Dane.

So yeah. I have a lab final tomorrow, so I'm going to actually go do some work nowww.

So Here it Comes

Well. 14 days till I'm in CO. 13 days till I'm 100% officially done with this semester. 12 days until I'm done with exams and get to hang out with SB. 11 days until the Civil Wars. 10 days till I'm done with CP forever. 9 days till next Tuesday. 8 days till my last d-group. 7 days till my last k-group. 6 days till my last Saturday night. 5 days till my last Friday. 4 till Mat Kearney. 3 till I'm done with Organic lab. 2 till the SEBC inaugural banquet. 1 until tomorrow.

That's what I'm talking about.

Also, I found this picture online. I feel as if the guy in the air - no where near the raft - will be me. Or I'll be the guy in the front - headed straight for death. But what the heck. Here I come.

So This is a Normal Samford Weekend

Well. This schweekend, I was going to go home. I talked to my brother earlier in the week and asked if I could borrow the car (my car is a white '95 toyota avalon that has 200,000 miles on it that Joe now drives, so I have to borrow Jeff's whenever I go home). He said "maybe." On Friday, when I called him after I got out of class at 11:30, he didn't pick up. When he finally called back at 2, I couldn't decide if I wanted to go. I talked to my mom and she suggested that I just stay here. So I did. I'm here.

Yesterday, Sarah Waller and I walked around and took pictures of Samford for a website she's making. Oh, and on the way back to Pittman, there was a long, single-file line of elementary school children. I saw them and couldn't resist - I stuck out my hand, ran past them, and welcomed them to campus as I high-fived them all. For the win.

Other things happened in the day.

We went to the Z-Outlet, and Kaleigh and I got sweatbands and wristbands with our initials on them, and Brooke, Eb, and Kaleigh got suspenders. I'm not really sure why.. Haha.

Then Virginia and I went to BSC, washed our clothes, and saw Jeff and 3 of his friends play in a benefit concert.

OK. I MUST INTERRUPT THIS POST WITH A VERY IMPORTANT ALERT.

I put my computer down to run outside and participate in the events that I am about to relate to you. This is first-hand, first-alert news.

Today has been stormy all day. Kaleigh, Shea, and I joked around, making a storm chaser video, in which he stood in the rain, reported the weather, and interviewed people in Walmart.

About an hour ago, Kaleigh and I see Cailin (our RA) leave Pittman. About 40 minutes ago, Eb and Whitney went to Taco Bell. About 45 minutes ago, we were watching Jurassic Park 2 and we heard a tornado siren that we thought, at first, was part of the movie. It was not.

Sarah Waller just called and said that all of Vail (the other girls dorm) is all on the first floor, threatened with values violations if they leave. Of course Pittman is left behind, with no one to care for us.

Needless to say, we decide to document this. Kaleigh, Eb, and I just went outside into the storm, to video our reactions, concerns, and laughter. Kaleigh is wearing her new polka-dot Samford PJ's and I have on my nightgown. It is very windy, with a lot of lightning and a little rain.

Annnd after our filming, still hyped up on adrenaline from another adventure that happened today that I cannot say because it is worthy of a values violation, I got really brave, and migggght have flashed the empty, storm ridden campus, running around with my nightgown above my head. Kaleigh and Eb followed.

A little silliness in a time of great danger.

For the win.

So I'm Still 5 - Obviously

Well. I'm sitting here in the SGA office. Waiting for Dane. Who, of course, is being a pain in the Dane. He is now 16 minutes late. So I'm just hanging out.

Anyways, SB, you told me to write something, but nothing happens here. I went to Nashville Saturday for a lacrosse game against Vandy. Sunday I did a lot of cleaning, studying, and crying. Then I went to k-group, and that was fun. Monday - didn't do so hot on an anatomy test (the class average was a 54 - our teacher curved it 20+ points). Tuesday - tons of sprints at lacrosse. Double-points Tuesday at Qdoba. Oh, that's an interesting story.

Tuesday night, on the way back from Qdoba, Kaleigh and Sarah Waller and I stopped by Walmart so they could pick up some stuff. Well we're on Greensprings, and Kaleigh lanes over so she can be behind this sketchy construction-type truck, filled with 3 or 4 sketchy rednecks. She goes "I got behind them so we didn't have to be next to them.. Oh. Wait. I will not be afraid of them!" And she proceeds to lane back over so we are right next to them.

They all stare at us.

I was sitting behind the driver's seat, and the truck was on the passenger side of the car. In all of her thoughtfulness, Kaleigh rolls down the passenger window all the way. So they start talking to me. Of course I try to lean over and roll up the window, but my seat belt gets stuck and my finger stops about an inch and a half away from the button.

The light turns green, my window is still down, and they continue to stare at me. They turn the same way onto Lakeshore. They get into the Walmart turn lane. They follow us into the Walmart parking lot. After we drove around in circles through the parking lot, waiting for them to park, we parked on the opposite side of the parking lot, as close to the door as possible. As soon as the coast was clear, we sprinted into the Walmart. As soon as we got into the store, we look left - no one. Look right - all 3 of them are walking straight towards us. Kaleigh and I take off full speed. We run down the main food aisle, take a sharp right into the school supplies section, then zig-zag through the men's clothing section. Without slowing down, we head straight for the craft section and hide. Meanwhile, Sarah Waller bravely and calmly goes and gets the few things she came to get. At one point, she came within 5 feet of one of the men, and even made eye contact with him. What a brave soul.

Kaleigh and I pick up the two things she needed, and continue to hide behind things for cover, and sprint whenever we were out in the open. If the military would have seen our moves, I'm pretty sure they would have drafted us for the Marines or secret service or something along those lines.

Anyways, after checking out, we sprinted to the car, locked the doors, and made it back to Samford alive.

Story over.

So Eberyone is Gone

Well. For some reason, NO ONE is in Pittman tonight. Just me, Courtney, and Kaleigh.

So we said "Let's not just sit here on this night. Let's go somewhere!"

So we went to Sonic. Then we drove through the parking lot of Sammy's Gentlemen's Club (Don't ask me why. Also, there was a mini-van parked around back in the worker's parking with about 7 or 8 of those car decals with a child's name and sport on the back). Then we went to the Dollar Tree.

While in the Dollar Tree, there was something SICK on the ceiling. Some kind of sticky-human-shaped something. Maybe swiss cheese? Maybe a lugi? I don't know. But Kaleigh decided to get to try to get it down with a balloon. She worked on it for about 10 minutes, so Courtney and I went to go check out. While we checked out, the woman at the register informed us that my purchase, 4 tiny gold trophies, were not shot glasses. Oh, sorry, I go confused.

We were the only ones in the store, so after we were done paying, I soft yelled "Diva, we're leaving!" And the woman at the register - on her own accord - picks up the intercom phone and says, "Diva, you're party is awaiting you at the front of the store. Diva, please report to the front of the store."

Dead serious.

As Kaleigh comes galloping over, with her Davy Crockett hat, St. Patrick's Day beads, and a bright orange safety vest on, the woman working goes "Oh, I see why they call you Diiiva."

Needless to say, we will return to that Dollar Tree soon.

Here are 2 pictures for the day. But they have little to do with today.

(Me, Twin, and Kaleigh.)

The only 4 remaining decorations that I have at school: a creepy bejeweled dolphin from SB's mom, a piggy bank holding some pennies, my trophy, and a creepy rabbit that showed up on my desk one day. Who knows.

So a Tornado Hit My Brain Today

Well. Sara Beth told me to write a new blog, but I'm not really sure what to write about. I'm just going to start and we'll see where it goes. Pardon anything that comes after this colon:

I found this picture on my computer. It's from where my parents live. I took it over Christmas break. It's in downtown Fairhope. I feel weird calling it "home" though. I lived there for a year and a half, and for that year and a half it was incredible. I loved it so much. It was my favorite place I ever lived. I didn't want to leave for college. I cried for like 2 hours straight the night before I left.

Since August, I've been home 5 times: fall break, thanksgiving break, christmas break, spring break, and last weekend. And that was about 5 times too many. And honestly, except for getting to spend time with my family and a very few select friends, I would be fine not going back again for a long while. Don't get me wrong - I love my family - Dad, Mom, Andrew, Jeff, Joe, Em, Zach, and Nathan. And I love the location - right on the bay, 45 minutes away from the beach, in the middle of two precious, beautiful, historic towns. It's great. But if I've learned one thing this year - people change. And all of my memories and great times are tied in with people who have changed. Some for the better. Some for the worse. And I know it sounds cheesy, but it hurts my heart to go home. It's hard to just drive right past different people's houses that I used to spend hours at. Or go down to the bay by myself or with a friend from Samford, where all of my friends and I used to slack-line, fish, play volleyball, or just hang out. It's sad.

I don't know where all that came from. I wasn't expecting any of that. Sorry about that.

Anyways. On that note. Summertime is coming. Haha.

I'm at Harry's Coffeehouse, which is a weekly concert every Thursday night on campus, and always wonderful. The girl singing tonight, Alyssa Aldape, is singing about summer right now. "Hello Mr. Summertime" - so good.

22 days until I'm done with school. 23 until I leave. Freak yeah. I'm so ready.

But right now I'm tired. Tired of school. Tired of organic chemistry and anatomy. Tired of studying. Tired of having to keep my thoughts contained, in fear of hurting someone's feelings. Tired of boys. Tired of girls. Tired of going to bed at or after midnight. Tired of getting up at or before 6:30 AM. Tired of not caring about the one thing that I want so badly to want to care about. Tired of my foot hurting. Tired of my ulcer. Tired of freaking PMS. Tired of missing people. Tired of wanting to be at the beach, not in class. Tired of a lot of things.

Yeah, I don't know where that came from either.

I don't know what else to say.

Oh, I'm legit on the lacrosse team now. We're playing this weekend in Nashville, against Vanderbilt. And next weekend at home, against TN Wesleyan. So if you're in Nashville or Birmingham either of those weekends, come!

Story over.

So This Hit Home

O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, "Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long." - A.W. Tozer

So She's the Promm Queen.

Well.

Eb. 2 little letters. But so fascinating.

Even though she is my 11th favorite child (out of 11 children), I will miss her so much over the summer.

She came home with me for the first weekend of spring break, and she fell in love with my friend Blakeley. So when I came home this weekend, she came with me - but solely to see him (but he is actually going out of town tomorrow morning, so she won't get to see him - tragic). But either way.

Eb.

I love Eb.

About two hours ago, we had a little snack, consisting of some chicken that my mom grilled then sauteed, with some white sauce that Eb just called "gold," right after she asked if she could take a huge jar of it back with her to school. Well. We were about to leave to go to one of my friend's house, so she grabbed a tube of toothpaste on the counter top and dabbed some on her finger. She proceeded to brush her teeth with her finger. After laughing in my head for a few seconds, I said "Eb, would you rather a piece of gum?" She agreed.

When we got into the car, I lifted up the middle console and handed her a piece of gum, and also, jokingly,

offered her my brother's wisdom teeth (for some reason, his 4 wisdom teeth, complete with roots, are in a plastic ziplock bag in the console). Fascinated, she picked up the bag and examined the year and a half old teeth carefully.

I laughed at her.

But then she asked if she could have one. Yes. Eb asked if she could have one of my brother's decaying wisdom teeth.

According to Eb, it would look fierce if you had it hanging from a necklace. "No one would bother you!" she claims.

She wants to bleach it and make it into a necklace. No big deal.

Also, she is in love with my pantry. I have 6 siblings. 5 brothers and 1 sister. Naturally, because boys are constantly eating, my pantry is stocked. As soon as we walked in this afternoon, Eb pointed straight at the pantry. She just spent about 10 minutes in there (That's when I decided to dedicate a blog solely to her).

She just opened the refrigerator and said "I think I will spend my days in here, and my nights in the pantry."

Oh Eb.

I love how she so highly values little things that I take for granted. I've never known an empty pantry that

honestly cannot be filled. I've always had the ability to just go buy whatever I think I "need." But even though I don't know much about Morocco or France or West Africa or any of the other places Virginia has lived, I know that Eb is honestly one of the most grateful yet giving people I know. She genuinely cares about people, both ones she knows, and strangers around the world.

So Eb, even though we pick on you allll the time - you are legit. I will miss you this summer. Let's skype.

*Eb and Lil Wayne titled this post.

So I'm Going to Make it Happen

I have a new life goal: I strive to make "Chad" my new best friend. Starting next semester when he returns.

Hopefully love, marriage, and babies in the baby carriage will follow. In that order.

So Everyone's a Winner

Well. In the fall, we had a gold star chart on our hall. We had several different categories, with activities or events, such as going to the Hanna Center to work out, eating in the caf for every meal, 8+ facebook notifications, most sightings of Prince Caspian, etc. Every week we would have a team meeting, and stars would be awarded. At the end of the competition, Paizley and I got giant 3D cardboart gold stars for everyone. We also got 4 tiny silver trophies for the top 4 competitors. Paizley won, I got 2nd place, and Kaleigh and Becca tied for 3rd place, so we all received a trophy.

Although the trophy is small, it holds a huge spot in my heart. Kaleigh feels the same way. Over Thanksgiving break, she brought her trophy everywhere she went - to art galleries, to Thanksgiving dinner, etc. Over Christmas break, I followed her lead. I placed it on the plateau between my windshield and radio/air conditioning system in my car, and drove around everywhere with it, making a point to drive slowly and carefully in order for it to stay upright. I even took it to get pictures with Santa's Claws, as you see below.

Naturally, I plan to bring my trophy to Colorado. It will brave 37 degree rapids, mountains, snow, and mountain lions.

It will do everything with me, because I am a winner.

So I'm on the Team?

Well. For most of my life, except maybe when I was about 1, I was on a team. I played at least one type of sport every season. Whether it was swimming, ballet, basketball, soccer, or whatever, it was something. I stuck to soccer in high school, with a few recreational side sports, but nothing else serious. Well, when I moved to Spanish Fort, AL my senior year, I didn't have a team for the first time since I was 5.

All of that changed last semester. First, I played intramural flag football. It sounds intense. I know. And it was. It was my first time to ever play, and it was so fun. (This is a picture of our team):

I played running back on offense, and lineman on defense. I got hurt just about every game, and I got 2 or 3 shirts ripped throughout the season. We didn't win a single game, but it was so fun and I made a lot of new friends. (Paizley, Kaleigh, Sarah Waller, and Abby were also on the team, which created more bonding within The Team.)

This semester, I was co-captain of an intramural soccer team. It was a lot of fun. Unlike flag football, we won every single game. We actually dominated every single game. I think at least 3 of our 5 games ended early because we scored so many goals. But, story of my life, the only game we lost was our championship game. To Phi Mu. Lame. I have tendonitis in my left foot from

running a 10k over spring break, so I had to play goalie. And it stunk. But it was still fun. (Brooke, Caroline, Sarah Waller, and Abby were all on the team. Julie was the team mom and Eb was our head cheerleader.) Here's a picture of most of our soccer team:

Well, my newest sport is lacrosse. I'm part of the Samford Women's Club Lacrosse Team. I've never played before. And honestly - I suck. The only reason I can sort of catch the ball is because during spring break, I made my 8 year old little brother play catch with me. But it is a lot harder than it looks. The pockets on the girls' lacrosse sticks are not very deep, which makes catching nearly impossible, especially while you are running and wearing a mask and mouth guard, and while you have girls trying to "check your stick," which means they can hit your stick as hard as they can in attempt to knock the ball loose. So I commend everyone on my team who can catch.

I don't think I will be able to play in any games this semester, because of my tendonitis and because I have a triathalon the 17th (if my foot is better), and I think I'm going home the 24th, which are the days of the team's games. But next semester I plan on being legit.

Annnd that's all. For now. I wasn't really sure what to write about, and Paizley said "Lacrosse," so naturally, because I know nothing about lacrosse, I had to tell of all of my other teams too. Haha.

So This is a Breakdown of Pittman

Back at the beginning of school, Paizley and I didn't know people existed on our hall. Every time we would hear a sound we would jump up, yell "People!", and peek our heads out of our door. But we never saw anyone.

I don't know when it happened, but somehow The Team formed:

- I am the team captain. I don't really know how I got to be the captain, but I am. Maybe it's because I own the dinner bell.

- Paizley is the mom. She is ridiculous. I think she is part of every committee, council, and organization on campus. But somehow she makes good grades and has time to watch about 10 different trashy TV shows.

- Kaleigh (also known as Track Shoes, the Diva, and the Angel Gabriel) is the self-elected first born. She may be the most artistic and talented person I've ever met. Also the funniest. We regularly visit the gym wearing matching clothes and sweatbands, and listening to "You're a Jerk" while doing synchronized push-ups. She owns the rewards chair.

- Shea is my and Paizley's next door neighbor. She thinks that Brian and Hardy belong to her, but she makes up for those dumb thoughts by being really smart. She sits next to me in Organic Chem class, and gets annoyed when I leave breakfast at 7:45 for 8:00 class. Haha. She loves RUF, choir, and North Carolina.

- Brooke is our favorite child. If I had to describe Brooke in one word, I would say adorable. She is so pretty and her laugh (which is one of the most common noises on the hall) is so happy and sincere. She is the best behaved child.

- Bethany may be our most quiet child. She is very studious (a pre-med major), which is quite a feat, considering the fact that there are usually several people in their room hanging out with Brooke. Bethany makes a lot of funny comments that are even funnier strictly because they are coming from her.

- Courtney (also known as Twin) is my twin. We have the same rain jacket, and our mom's even have the same birthday. Courtney is full of surprises. She can do the booty-do and she knows every word to "You're a Jerk," but she also is a math/education major. She drives the Moo Machine and is often texting "Anthony - My Love."

- Becca, like Shea, thinks that Brian and Hardy belong to her. That may be Becca's only incorrect thoughts though. She is so smart. Her high school GPA was like a 6.0 (out of 4.0, mind you). She is an Engrish (yes, Engrish, not English) major. She also loves RUF and choir.

- Kinley is so funny. She always has something funny (yet often slightly inappropriate) to add to every conversation. She is one of the bravest girls on our hall - she actually has friends who are boys.

- Eb. I don't know if I should try to explain her. I will just state a few words: Morocco. Chick-fil-a sauce. Chocolate chip cookies. The Cube. The butt of 95% of our pranks and jokes. Korean soap operas. Snacks. Here is a classic Eb story:

Last semester, we would repeatedly have heated discussions with Eb about deodorant. She claimed that it caused cancer and refused to wear it. However, we finally convinced her, only by bribing her with treats, to wear deodorant.

Oh, I have a better one.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting on my bed. Eb walked in. I said "Hey, Eb, will you wash this apple for me?"She grabs the apple and walks in the bathroom to wash it. When she walks out of the bathroom, I asked her to hand it to me. She proceeds to throw it to me. However, it goes straight up and hits the ceiling. Instead of trying to catch it, she just watches it fall, and then just looks at me and goes "Oops."

Eb is our 11th favorite child.

- Sarah Waller doesn't actually live in Pittman. She lives in Vail. She is a very talented JMC major, and she writes for the school newspaper. She lives on a lake. She drives a Passat that doesn't have heat. She loves the Avett Brothers, cats, and crafts.

- Caroline also doesn't live in Pittman. She lives in vail too. She is one of the only people on our hall who can actually dance and she loves to cuddle. She and I "go to Korea," meaning that we watch a Korean Soap Opera - Full House.

- Julie and Abby live in Pittman, but on the 4th floor, not the 1st. They live in Narnia, and for a few weeks, their hall didn't even have lights (Pittman is obviously a very high quality dorm). Julie is from Selma. She loves everyone and sincerely wants world peace and justice. She doesn't wear peace signs because it is fashionable. She actually does things to promote peace. Abby knows everyone. And everyone knows Abby. Literally. She is the freshman class VP, a baller soccer player, and a bi-lingual math major. She loves Kanakuk and is pumped to be working there this summer.

And that's everyone. That's the team.

So I'm a Little Overzealous

Well. I posted a blog about an hour ago, but I got really excited about having a blog now, so I'm writing again. I'm overzealous. Ask any of my friends. From intramural flag football, to my RA application video, to school, to pranks, etc. And this is just another example.

Blogging is a new form of overzealous-ness for me. My roommate at Samford, Paizley, journals regularly, recalling specific events and emotions from her day. She writes at least 2 or 3 pages every time. I also "journal" daily (in a Zac Effron High School Musical 2 diary that has a lock and key). But as Paizley and my other friends say, it's more of "after-event-planner" (I lost the key and they got a hold of good ol' Zac, so that's how they know what my journal contains). It takes me 2 or 3 days to fill up just one of the tiny pages. For example, if I wrote in it tonight, it would say "Saturday - 03 April 2010: spent the night at SB's, woke up, came back, hw, biked, went to BSC to learn how to roll a kayak but Jeff couldn't find the keys and the pool was closed so I just came back, shower, picked up Jeff, Jeff dropped me off at Claire's, Claire and SB and I went to Target then to Claire's house for dinner, hang out, back to SB's to spend the night." Simple and to the point. No fluff. No flair. But this is different. Even though Sara Beth will most likely be the only one to read this, my brain just explodes. I feel like I'm just talking to myself like I normally do, but actually recording it this time. I can just say whatever I want and it takes so much less time than hand writing, and it also saves paper (and Zac Effron).

I'm not really sure why I just said all of that. Maybe because it's 12:36 AM and I should be asleep.

But either way. Except for blogging, my newest area of overzealous-ness is Colorado (as you can tell from my first post). It's weird, becuase I know very little about Colorado or Noah's Ark, the rafting company I'll be working for. Earlier this week I took down most of the things hanging up on the walls of my dorm room and packed up anything that is not essential to survival. My half of the room is a barren wasteland. But I won't be able to take it home for at least another week, at the earliest. Also, I've been on the lookout for a suitcase for a few weeks, and I finally found one today. Well, I washed some of my clothes at my friend Claire's house, and naturally as soon as I folded them I put them in my suitcase. Do they need to be in there? No. Did I even need to open my suitcase? No. Am I leaving for CO any time soon? No.


Obviously I am overzealous. I'm not really sure why though. I'm not super hardcore. I like to be comfortable. I like to take showers and be clean. I like to sleep in my own bed. I've never rafted before. I'm going to fly 1,600 miles away from home and know absolutely no one (until my brother, Jeff, comes out there about 10 days later). I think it's the idea of CO that's most inviting. The adventure. The mystery. The utter terror. I'm ready to face it - to own it.

So I Guess I Blog Now?

Well. My best friend, Sara Beth, stalks other people's blogs. Blogs of weddings, young/growing families, single people. And all of these people have one thing in common - they're strangers. Or at least most of them are. Needless to say, I thought I'd provide her with some quality stalking material concerning someone she actually knows.

Either way. My life is pretty boring. Except for the fact that I will be working in Colorado this summer as a white water rafting guide. How did I get this job? Excellent question. I don't know. I applied, and now I have a plane ticket. I've never white water rafted. I've never been farther west than Louisiana. I've never flown by myself. And I'm scared of drowning in the rapids. So, I guess the fact that I'll be in Colorado for three whole months makes me a big kid. Not to be confused with an adult, or even a "grown up" though. I'm definitely still a kid. Just a big one. And I thought I'd "blog" about it and let Sara Beth see how the big kid life is treating me, especially as I raft down rivers, climb mountains, and brave the great outdoors.