It’s not dead here, at least. So far the only reason is that I put a disco ball on the layout… but I have a strong urge to use lingo from the disco era. Far out, man? I’m getting all this slang from this site so if it’s totally wrong or lame, blame that. Can you dig it?
Story time (it’s probably a really boring story.)!
My best friend’s birthday is coming up on Sunday, so her sister decided to throw her a surprise party. This was the first time I’d ever been involved in one, so I was rather excited. We tricked her into thinking she was just going to her sister’s house to babysit the next morning, and that I was going just as a backup, because she had to be somewhere at 9:30 the next morning. So her mom and I stalled a while after youth group while everyone was heading over to Emily’s house (that’s LAURA’s sister). So um… we got there and she was surprised. That was a really lame story, I’m so sorry. Oh, and… *(this has nothing to do with what I just said)* Stop dippin’ in my Kool-Aid! (apparently people said that.)
I got dragged to a campus tour of Kent State University today by Laura. She has to go there because her dad works there so her tuition is free. People from here always rag on that college as “Can’t read, can’t write, Kent State.” I guess it refers to stupid people going there. I’ve kind of thought that, too, a little. But upon further observation, I found that it really isn’t that bad. And actually, I kind of want to go there. I thought what I wanted was to go to a nice private university. I thought I was set on Malone. Shows how sure I am; as soon as something else dangles in my face, I’m not so sure anymore. What mostly appealed to me was everything that’s offered on the campus. It’s so big that there’s tons to do. In one of the residence halls, there’s a bowling alley. In others there are 24-hour restaurants. The rec center is awesome – just what I need, haha. Even though it’s only about 15 minutes away from where I live, I really find myself wanting to live on campus. It’s not just wanted to get out of my parents’ house. I want the whole college experience. Plus I want a fresh start as far as living space goes. I’m so sick of the stuffiness of my house. Not to mention cleaning up after everyone. And what’s awesome… is that I’m smart. Haha, aka I’d get to be in the honors program, which gets the honors dorms, which are amazingly nice. Plus… tuition and room and board is cheaper than tuition alone at Malone.
Well, Laura is quite excited now. She thinks I’m sold. She could be right.
“That’s the joint.”
School starts in a week. My senior year. How do I feel about that? Totally indifferent. Is that how it’s supposed to feel? Or are most people anxious or something? Who knows. Tomorrow I have to wake up early to be a tour guide at Freshman Orientation. I’ve always wanted to do that. I’ll get to guide the bewildered little freshmen. I’ll take care to tell them about the third floor pool and the elevator passes. (;
Okay, let’s talk site-wise. In my last blog I talked about not doing myspace stuff anymore and just doing graphics and tutorials and such. A lot of people thought that meant that I would be taking all the myspace stuff down. NO. Totally not the case, you don’t even have to worry about that. I worked way too hard on all that stuff to throw it away. But I might throw away the broken stuff, such as the comment boxes and blog layouts. Honestly, I don’t know how to code for myspace anymore. They changed so much.
I think most of the next few updates will be tutorials. Leave comments about what you’d like to learn. I’m gonna put up a disco ball tutorial. Just because.
Also, leave ideas for graphic things I could make.
If you want quote banners, leave short quotes that I could use. Four lines max.
That’s it. My urge to use 70’s lingo died along the way. Lame-city! /:
Catch you on the flipside!









The cutest and semi-most embarrassing thing happened yesterday. My boyfriend and I went to hang out and he took me to a park, and I was like, “Hmm I wonder why we’re here, considering it’s raining?!” He was like, “Why not?” So we sat under the pavilion for a while and talked and he said we should have a picnic sometime. I was like, “Yeah, but it’s kinda cold today. Maybe after I get back from DC?” So he was like, sure, why not? A few seconds later my friend Lula comes up carrying this hefty picnic basket with this huge smug look on her face and I was like… OHHH MAN, I feel dumb! So I open the basket and there’s a flower on top and I go, “This is NOT a daisy!” (The day before, Lula had asked me what my favorite flower was, and I told her it was a daisy, but I already told Josh that.) Josh was like, “Sorry! She didn’t tell me. ):” But I was totally kidding so it was all good. And then he goes EHEMM and points in the basket and there’s this blue paper with white letters glued on it that says “PROM?” I was like YES!! 

