Friday, September 24, 2004
Rachel's the one with the attitude.
And I'm the feisty one.
We realize that some people are bubblegum brains, and she's really the only baby face.
We know we're sisters, but please try to tell us apart. Thank you.
I am still working on management and macro. Thanks to all who've inquired. You all win.. something.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Why is it that people insist on parking outside Willetts Central at a severe angle, directly in front of the overhang? So that innocent people are forced to park behind them and walk an extra twenty feet to the door?
The green, rusty Olds idled in front of the overhang that is labeled "AF" in masking tape (no, I still don't know why). Janna pulled up behind it, and the driver shot her an annoyed look. Annoyed? Because she had a passenger to drop off who desperately needed to get back to her dorm room and send out rehearsal logs and study macroeconomics.
I hauled myself in my pajamas, along with my prompt book, management book, macro notes, laptop and gigantic purse, out of the car to the rhythm of the leopard bobblehead on the dash. Dragging myself towards the door and fishing in the aforementioned purse, I eventually unearthed my backwards-printed ID card and managed to slide it through the scanner while balancing my life in my two hands, on my head, and on my left knee.
In the meantime, Blonde A emerges from her emerald limousine, lifting her teeny Louis Vuitton purse and a cell phone and shimmies past me as I hold the door open with the pinky toe of my right foot. Stumbling as the heaviness of her hair brushes my face, I am again reminded of why I loved living in South.
Although, seeing Krysten in my room does improve my attitude tremendously.
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"I thought this was supposed to be the 4.0 semester, Krysten."
- Sarah
"It IS.. as soon as I stop slacking."
- Krysten, as she rolls over, turns the fan on and goes to bed instead of reading her notes
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Today = sunshine.
The weather was beautiful. Chilly this morning, so I wore my gray zip-up sweater and it made me happy. Chapel was good -- Robbie sat with me! I ate lunch with Krysten, Megan and Josh, ran to Macro and came back in time to eat dessert with Krysten, Josh and Jeremy.
I love my friends. I love that they sit in Chuck's and wait for me to come back to eat ice cream and discuss life and hands and pants.
David called me from the middle of Liverpool and my phone didn't have the courtesy to vibrate the necessary number of times. It was the biggest irritation in my day.
I took Snow to Ben's softball game after attempting to take him to Reno's soccer game, which apparently was moved. Maybe my puppy will visit the soccer fields next week.
We had professional development tonight. Am I professionally developing? How should I be professionally developing, with so many things up in the air right now?
Christe and Lauren rock my socks off. And the Eagles won.
What a solid day.
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This is what my roommate looks like tonight as she prepares for an all-nighter regarding the life of Eleanor Roosevelt. Poor K-Baby.
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Current reading material.
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Sunday, September 19, 2004
First picture taken with the camera.
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She's so cute.
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Ben's so silly.
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Snow in the sunlight, sticking out his tongue.
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They're on their sides, but I can't figure out how to flip them over. Argh.
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It's a good thing Lib + I split this.. it's the Mud Mountain. Brandon got one of his own, but Faith + Amy had to share one, too.
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My Tropical Love smoothie digs Libby's Freckled Lemonade.
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