Tic Toc...

By now, I have heard the word college more times than a, an, and the. I've worked hard, but that doesn't change where I will be attending college. My mom just got finished shelling out money for my sister who will graduate in two weeks, so I'm stuck here. If I attend the university she wants me to, my tuition will be paid for with scholarships. I don't mind. I understand. This school has an excellent science department which is what I need for my career path. I know I'll have enough on my plate with school and a job.

Besides, I honestly don't mind staying here. It's my home and I do better with familiarity. My family, my home, and some of my friends will still be here. I really don't think I'm ready to grow up and move too far away. But, I do get a little green when I see my friends getting accepted in prestigious schools far, far away. Maybe I'll have better luck with my graduate school. Who knows? So don't worry Shreveport, I'll be with you for atleast four more years.

(Enter Laughing)

I'm currently very confused as to why I am at my home on Monday at 6:30 p.m. with time on my hands. I stayed after school for only an hour to strike a set that belonged to an awesome production that I have just washed my hands clean of. If you missed it, you truly missed out. This was no ordinary high school production. We had a power house of a cast and a wonderful script to work with. We recently came into possession of a fabulous director who, I hate to say this, knows what the hell she is doing. It was a wonderful experience and I suddenly remembered why I love to do shows. I took a year-long hiatus seeing as junior year tends to be difficult. I'm sad the production is over, but I'm really close with the cast and I look forward to performing with them in the spring.

RIP Enter Laughing and will "someone please fix that DAMN DOOR?!"

It's That Time of Year Again..

Football, football, and more football.
The guys in my family couldn't be more thrilled. My involvement in the whole affair is helping my mom cook larger dinners for Monday night gatherings of all the boys. And I am PUMPED. I understand the game and find my self getting sucked in from time to time; which is more than I can say about my boyfriend. He is oblivious and could care less ,and this is just another thing I love about him. When I'm trying to sleep, hearing beer drinking men screaming at a flat-screen television isn't something I enjoy. But as long as they are all having a good time, I keep my mouth shut. Boys will be boys and it's only football season I have to endure.
The super-bowl, that's another story for me. I can cheer with the best of them and stay up til the very last seconds. Not to brag, but I've chosen the winning team for the past 7 years. So just let me know when it's time for the Super bowl, who's in it, and then I'll be one of the boys..but until them, I'm on the kitchen crew with my mom.

So Britney came back. When's she leaving?

Ever since the jawdropping VMA performance by non-other than B-spears, everyone is wondering...what happened?!

The sparkly leather bikini-we expected. The girl-on-girl angle-we even expected that too. But the lack of enthusiasm and the lost look on her face, threw anyone watching off. She (of all people) seemed not to be able to lipsync with a rather slow, simple song. She looked as if she were unsure of what she should've been doing. Hell, she might've not even been sure of where she was. The whole time during this train wreck I was thinking, " Britney stop. Please stop. Why can't you stay away form the VMA's just this once?!"

Many were pointing out her new, thicker shape and how it needed to be covered up. I, personally, thought she looked great. Her weave was hot too. Though I was caught off-guard when she grabbed her dancer in the crotch a couple of times. But wait...ISN'T SHE IN A CUSTODY BATTLE OVER HER CHILDREN?!? What message was she giving the judge or lawyers. I mean seriously, did she realize K-Fed was probably Tivo-ing the performance while painting his kids their new, permanent nuseries?

But back to the lack of enthusiasm.. Britney was always known as an incredible performer who never gave performances short of phenomenal. She gave every second of a show 110%. Where did it go? I understand she's going through a lot. She shouldn't have been there. She should've been at home knitting booties or reading the bible..She does want her sons right?

A Weekend in Dallas

I just ended an amazing weekend with my boyfriend and his parents. Being only 17, my parents insisted that we had adults drive us on our long awaited Six Flags trip. When we arrived in Dallas, we went to Bill's Record which turned out to be a very impressive record store. Needless to say, my Led Zeppelin fanatic was ecstatic. He bought some additions to his growing collection of anything Zeppelin, so it was a successful stop. We all went to the mall and had a nice time. We stayed at a friend of my boyfriend's parents, but I was almost too excited about Six Flags to sleep. Though I will be eighteen soon, I'm still a kid and this kid needed some rollercoasters.

It was a wonderful day and lots of fun. His parents were kind enough to let us stay late at the park. They went to a play, a movie, and a baseball game. So there was fun for everyone. We arrived home late and my legs were sore. But I had a great time. I enjoyed spending time with his parents and him. I greatly appreciate them putting up with me. I hope we can all do something like that again.

My Guilty Pleasure

I (along with more than half of the world) am incredibly anxious about this July. On the 13th, the fifth installment of the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, will be premiering nation-wide. This book was even darker than it's predecessor so I'm very excited to see what director David Yates has done with it. The other movies were good. But did not meet my expectations. I guess there is no way they can touch the books. I just find myself annoyed with how much has been omitted for time's sake. I personally wouldn't mind camping out in front of a Potter flick for 5 hours. But when I take the position of someone who hasn't read the books or been a devoted reader and fan of them, the movies go from good to phenominal. So I guess I can't be too picky.

AND on the 21st, the FINAL installment of the series will be hitting shelves. My copy will be meeting no shelf. It will go from the delivery stack STRAIGHT to my hands. I will be at my Barnes & Noble at midnight (having arrived hours before ofcourse) awaiting Harry's and MY fate. It's bittersweet really. I'm both terrified and anxious to read what that book contains. I know for a fact (and I've apologized to my boyfriend, family, and friends) that I wont leave my room until that book is read and my mourning is over. I feel so dorky for going on like this, but Harry Potter has been a passion of mine since I was in the 5th grade. I have devoted 7 years of my life to obsessing over J.K. Rowlings masterpieces. But I suppose that I always have two more movies to look forward to. And rumor has it that the final one wont be released until I'm a sophomore in college..atleast. I have a couple of years to hang on to Harry.

Pregnant is the new flabby...?

One of my co-workers is about 5 or 6 months pregnant with her first child. She is a friend of mine an I've enjoyed watching the transformation about the past months. My friend is a newly wed so it's not a pregnancy that society would usually frown on. I was one to always view pregnant as beautiful. The other day I was shocked to realize there were people who very openly think otherwise. My friend works in the main office of where I work. I work on register. She came out to help bag for the customers. There was an older woman (but she was not OLD). Probably 40's. She kept looking at my friend with this almost disgusted look. My friend figured she was trying to decide whther she was pregnant or just big. My friend took it upon herself to assure her she was pregnant. She was not rude, infact she had a big smile on her face and sounded very proud. The customer grunted an sai, "Oh, that must be why you look so flabby."

We were shocked to say the least. My friend spent the rest of the day fluffing out her shirt an staring at her arms an stomach to make sure they looked okay. It bothered m that someone could say hat something so beautiful was something disturbing and something my friend should be embarrassed about.