i'm no jonas brother...

Yesterday was my birthday. It was the first time in my life that my mother wasn’t waiting downstairs with warm waffles when I woke up; instead I awoke to my sister getting ready for her SIX O’CLOCK class. I had a birthday bagel because we didn’t have any oil to make pancakes from the mix. I opened my presents on Skype so my parents could see. I got some very nice new things that made me realized how blessed I am. I got my first pair of skinny jeans. I’ve been afraid of skinny jeans for awhile now, but these ones fit me really well, and I’m no Jonas brother. But it’s too hot right now to wear them, so I wore a skirt with one of my new shirts. I looked very cute (I may have turned a few heads on campus).  

(Why yes, it’s 111 degrees outside)

College is different and the same. It’s the same because it is classes with a teacher, parking is still a joke, all new people. It’s different because it’s college. I accidently parked in staff parking yesterday (oops!). But I didn’t get a warning or anything so maybe driving a mom-mobile is a good thing? Yesterday was the first day I got homesick; it was rough because most of my friends forgot it was my birthday. But, it was nice to know that some people don’t need Facebook to remind them. I deactivated mine last week and it’s been wonderful. I highly recommend it. I love it here. I think the heat is funny sometimes. But other times it’s not funny at all. I love my house. I love my roommates. I’m finally accepting this as my life now.

(This is my weed, the one that reminds me of home)

I’ve been trying to find a job, which is hard! I hate walking in and asking. I feel like a lost puppy or something. I turned on in today for this nice rehab and nursing home place, hopefully my brown nosing will pay off (they had some of the residents sitting outside and I went back in and told them that it was pretty toasty outside. And I may have called one of them an ‘old man’. What’s that? Oh, that’s my foot in my mouth). But they seemed to like me, so fingers crossed! The other place that I got an application for the receptionist asked me if I was over sixteen. Rude.

(I want to wear my Chaco’s to school one day and tromp across)

 Now I must go, I’ve got about a million hours of homework to do. Even though I finished my math homework before my professor finished the lecture. English out my ears kids!  

I backed out of a parking spot today!!!