Hipster Things.

But not really…mainly I just miss the idea of Texas and the pride that comes along with being a Texan. And Mexican food. I really super SEVERELY miss Tex-Mex, and  spicy salsa, and fresh chips and tortillas, and green sauce, and my regular waiter at Luna’s, and Mexican tacos, and cheese and portabello mushroom quesadillas. And I miss all of the civilization I was near and how easy it was to just get on I-45 and drive when I needed to get away from things and how 45 minutes later I would be on the island watching the waves and feeling calm. Or if I drove the other way I could go to Houston. I don’t even like Houston and I miss it. I miss being near a city and having things bustling and loud around me. I miss the theatre district. I even miss ghetto scary Scott St. in Downtown. I miss Buc-ees, HEB, and Renn Fest. I miss being an hour away from my crazy family and being able to drive down whenever I want and sitting and talking to Nana for hours or driving around aimlessly with Mary for days. I miss Jacob refusing to show me affection and then showing me all the cool things he knows and teaching me how to dance (in the tub, of course). I miss that nice  guy at Sonic that always discounted me/gave me free things. I miss accents. I miss my bed; my stupid, dumpster, pain-inducing mattress, old fluffy comforter, biggest most beautiful bed ever. And my body pillow that I’ve had since the hurricane my seventh grade year that I’m not sure why I didn’t bring because it really doesn’t matter that it doesn’t match, I just want it here with me. I don’t miss my mom’s cooking…I guess that’s an upside. I miss my friends. I miss eating at Joseph’s house and talking about our relationships and crazy stupid things, and fate and God, and LOVE. I miss being mean and fat with Kath. I miss John driving me everywhere at night because I can’t be trusted in my huge truck. I miss bonfires at Ian’s and I miss Andy talking to me about God. I miss MOG being MOG, and Gracie being eccentric. I miss swimming at Durbin’s. I miss country music, good gracious and beautiful Lord in Heaven, Jesus Christ is my Savior, I miss country music. I miss Stoney, C.C. (really, though), Phillips, LaFoy, and Roesner. I miss choir so much. I miss privacy and alone time. I miss having an empty house everyday and singing my heart out for hours until Sarah got home and then being all stealthy and silent. I miss chocolate after dinner. I miss PALs and the beautiful people I met through it. I miss seeing Amanda and Dom every morning because they ALWAYS brightened my day. I miss walking up to Stoney at any time ever and having someone to perform for and critique me and perfect me. I miss the love in my department. I miss our massive stage, and I miss laying on it and feeling my whole self melt into it’s cracks. I miss being President so bad. I miss the lighting in my bedroom and my green walls. I even miss Clover a little bit. I miss being called Yaya every day. I miss just sitting on the couch with my family, and I even maybe a little bit miss Paul creepin up on me because he knows how jumpy I am. I miss my books. I miss my books a lot too. I miss my parking spot at Springs and the solace I could always find in the Black Box. I miss my backyard. I miss being able to work-out at home on the privacy of my own treadmill. I miss the lake and my sky spot and riding my bike for hours. I miss the Texas weather and how sporadic it is. I miss being in choir. And I know I already said that but I miss choir so much it hurts sometimes. I miss harmonizing properly and being told how to better myself and having teachers that are proud of you when you improve. I miss seeing my mums in the morning and Josh’s Snoopy portrait. I miss my crutches and how they were always right next to my megaphone. I miss John’s hugs SO much. And I miss the sarcasm and collected lame intellectual jokes all the AP kids told and laughed pathetically and hysterically at together. I miss having people to laugh with and I really miss people that get my humor and share it as well. I miss being understood. I miss being the momma, the organized and put-together one. I miss doing well academically. I suck right now. I’m not yearning for home and I’m not ready to go back yet. But I do miss it a lot. A lot, a lot. And I do appreciate everything I have now and everything I have at home.

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So maybe I miss more than just the idea of Texas.

AND GOOD FOOTBALL. And tailgating in Austin and riding the river. And Autumn weather.

I e-mailed my teacher Monday and informed her that I was sick and would be missing class and asked how to receive my missed information. I still have received no reply at all and have just been informed that on Friday I will be tested over Monday’s course material and the accuracy to which I answer these questions will count towards my 5% attendance grade. I’m going to fail this class. And I’m crying. I am officially seriously stressed out.

generation-ex:

It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.

It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.

how old is google?

google is 13 today

When people that have only been together for a few weeks/days/even months sometimes start busting out the “I love you’s” and what not it really bugs me. Now don’t get me wrong, I believe people can fall in love quickly and I even believe that love at first meeting/sight/whatever can happen. But I also think that love is a beautiful and sacred thing that becomes so much less special if you throw it around once you’ve just met somebody. Let that love develop and get to know your somebody better before you start dropping heavy words like that. Because once you’re ready to really say I love you and mean it with your whole self it is going to have so much more meaning to the other person (and to you) and be so much more special every time you say it. Hey, maybe you are in love after two days, but let it sink in and understand your love first before you decide to share it. Just like all other things in life, shouldn’t you know the depth of your own descriptions and feelings before you share them whole-heartedly with other people? And if you do love someone right away don’t you think if you really love them, like truly and completely love them that that love will grow into something more a few months down the road? Something that you feel compelled to share and want to share because it is so great. That’s when you should say “I love you.” Not when you think your significant other is amazing and you’re still in lust, but when you know what bugs you about the other person but you love them anyway. And I’m not saying you can’t love every person you’re ever with either. It’s totally possible to be in love in every relationship if that is how you feel, there is not dictation on what love is and how much a person can love; and that love can alter, grow, or diminish after/if things fall through. But you should still be cautious of how you use such weighted, meaningful, beautiful, and important words. Maybe I’m not enough of a romantic, maybe I let my head lead my heart a little too much…I do. But it really grinds my gears when people my age and younger proclaim how much they LOVE somebody they’ve only been with for maybe a max of two months. I just feel like they don’t truly appreciate that love. Am I wrong?

I am super blessed. And lucky. And any other good and wonderful thing to describe how lucky I am to live the life I live and have the people in it that I do. Even those I haven’t known for a long time yet. I. Just. Wow.

God sure does wonderful things.

princesskori:

FSU and UNC office of admissions please just work okay?

…what is technology…

UNCO can be hard to get a hold of sometimes…just be patient and it’s worth it once you get through :)

My roommate woke up at 3:30 this morning VERY LOUDLY (obviously loudly because it woke me up and I’ve slept through a tornado) to get on her computer…What the what? And now she’s complaining that she’s tired and doesn’t want to get up. Not a good morning.

I am officially obsessed with 500 Days Of Summer.

And I officially hate Summer.

When I have homework to do the internet looks like this:

when I realize I’m hours behind I’m all like

Cause I ain’t even mad.

There ain’t no need to go outside…When the whole world fits inside of your arms do you really need to listen to the alarm? Wake up slow…mmm wake up slow.

Sometimes I just really wish that I had zero sense of logic or regard for other things. Especially tonight. And I wish the rest of the world could feel that way too…at least until morning. Oh well :/ here’s to a healthy night’s sleep.