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Feeling better today.

I'm wearing my new shirt from anthropologie, Grey's is on tonight and I have a chicken Voila! waiting for me in the freezer.

Friends are coming over. And they tend to make me happy.

Spring Break FLEW by, but it's good to be back.

Last night was necessary. Chris, Mandy, Ricki and I sat out on our porch and watched the thunderstorm. Just talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company. It's been raining/misting all morning. The bottoms of my pants are soaked and my hair is frizzy. I'm so glad it's Friday.

In other news, I left my cell phone in the pocket of my jacket and it went through the washing machine. Brilliant, I know. So I am phone-less and annoyed. I had a ton of amazing texts that I saved over the past 18 months in there. I would read them when I needed to laugh or feel better and now they are gone forever. Especially the ones from Elliott when he didn't think I was a waste of his life.

Just french and psychology today.

...just wanna go home. And I am! Feels good. Life at home is simple, drama-free, easy. Even though I'm pretty bored right now. I need to call people and make plans for the week.

My mom and I have had a pretty low key weekend. Just talking, going out for coffee, things like that. She even did my month's worth of laundry AND made me spaghetti for dinner. We went shopping today and I got an adorable little dress at Marshall's. My cousin asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding this summer, so I'll wear it to the rehearsal dinner or something.

I'm going over to Gaby's tonight to hang and hopefully seeing Rachel Franceschi tomorrow. I've missed them like whoa. And maybe a trip to Boulder later this week?



THANK GOD KU won today.

I've just spent the past four hours studying at IHOP. Nothing says Tuesday like a mushroom omelet over psychology notes.

Today was, overall, quite successful. I think I aced my Vis. Comm. midterm, the weather was in the high 70's, and my hair looked halfway decent. I have high hopes for the rest of the week.

I am so ridiculously emo it's scares me sometimes.

The weeks are FLYING by. Am I seriously almost halfway done with college?

-I keep going through my archives and reading my past entries. Was I happier a year ago? I think so. Life seemed simpler last year, but don't  things always seem simpler in retrospect? I had a certain feeling in the dorm; I can't quite explain it and I can't quite replicate it.

-I've watched the series finale of Sex and the City about 17 times in the past couple of days. I'm in love with love and relationships.

-I miss seeing Chris all the time. He was like my in-house shrink, comedian and partner-in-crime. Maybe he can come over tonight after work.

How's about some positives about lately:

+I donated blood.
+ I gave a homeless man five dollars yesterday.
+My COMS speech went exceptionally well.
+I have a midterm in Visual Communications this week, and I'm ecstatic because that's a class I actually do well in.
+I love going to work.

There's about 100 other things I want to write about, but they will have to wait.

Remember that last entry?

Yeah, spoke too soon.

I'm a little sad to say I just re-signed my lease for next year. Which means I won't be studying abroad second semester.


That goes along with the whole "not wanting to leave college with regrets" idea...

Why does one have to pay for Starbucks' wireless? Honestly. Aren't they already making enough money off of my four dollar Venti extra hot caramel macchiatto? Luckily the Eldridge is letting me onto their network, otherwise I would've waltzed over to La Prima Tazza.

Two things:

I've decided to take credit/no credit for French this semester and have I mentioned that I love my friends?

Foreign language is the main reason I changed my major last year and the main reason I'm not in the Journalism school right now. I've done so many "what if"s in the past week it's making my brain ache and my anxiety levels shoot through the roof. I don't want to leave college with regrets. I'm only halfway done and I'm already FREAKING out about the future. But last week Chris came over, and he, Ricki and I just  talked, and cried on my part, about what we're doing (and not doing) with our lives. I forget that just confiding in someone else doesn't make me feel so crazy.
So back to the credit/no credit sitch. I'm thinking that may take a little bit of the pressure off of the ol' GPA, which will allow me to focus on other subjects? Whatever. I don't even know what I'm talking about.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. July 21, 2007.
 
I was pretty excited about whole 7-7-07 thing, but it's okay.





Let the countdown begin. Seriously.

Hi?

I'm back. I haven't written in a while because, well, I didn't feel like it. Plus, there has been some stuff cluttering my mind lately, and whenever I tried to blog, I would start to ramble on about it. And that does not a good entry make.

So!

-Classes are fine. MUCH better than last semester. Visual Communications and Psychology are probably my favorites. And French, because I have the same TA as last semester and he is wannabe Eurotrash.
-Our microwave has been broken for the past three days. And seriously, a college student without a microwave is like...a panda without bamboo?
-I'm working as a host at Old Chicago this semester, and actually, I love it.
-I'm TRYING to figure out my plans for the summer. If only the journalism people would let me into their damned School, I could start to make some decisions. But regardless, I'm thinking about staying for at least the first month. I definitely want to be in Lawrence for the Harry Potter premieres, so we'll see how that works.

I guess that's all. I think it's a hair-up, sweatshirt kind of day.

Ohh, Charlotte's Web is adorable. I vow to never kill a spider again. Although sitting amongst every small child in the Denver metro area wasn't great, spending an afternoon with Rachel definitely was. I missed that girl.

After sitting in rush hour traffic on Arapahoe for an hour, I freshened up and met Rochelle and Christine for dinner at Southlands. We perused Barnes and Noble, and I got a slice of Cheesecake Factory cheesecake at the Cafe since they had my favorite. White chocolate caramel latte, thank you very much.




Edit: 8-16 inches of snow today. At this point it's just snow on top of ice, on top of ice. Aurora's on Accident Alert, so I'll be homebound for the rest of the day. But I'll be damned if I miss out on chinese food tonight.

Also, I'm having the rest of my cheesecake for breakfast. Hello, healthy.

Is break seriously halfway over? Those blasted snow storms wasted my time.

So what's new? New Year's was laaaaaaame. But really, isn't it always? I've been spending a lot of time alone lately, which is nice on one hand, but incredibly depressing on the other. And you know what? I'm not all that excited to go back to school. And that worries me a little. I guess I can chalk it up as the Beginning of '07 Slump. ( I have so many "slumps" it's not even cute anymore).

I worked at Old Chicago last week. Just four shifts, but I made a killing. Screw you, Kansans and your subpar tipping.



Is the new Grey's next week?

Oh, hi.
Christmas didn't really feel like Christmas since the fam had to leave on Christmas morning. Boo. What a fun weekend, though! The roads were terrible--and still are-- so we didn't really leave the house much.
And most of my gifts will be returned or exchanged, but seriously, being able to spend the holiday with people I love is present enough.


So, guess what? It's snowing again. Just when I feel safe enough to leave the house, it starts to dump again. Some news channels are saying it might be just as bad as last week's storm. Fantastic.





Excuse me while I go watch the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making the Squad marathon.

Oh.
My.
God.

They're here. THEY'RE HERE.

My family drove 15 hours straight from Dallas to surprise us.


They called and told me to look out the window and when I did, I saw their Acura pulling into the street. I burst into tears, trudged, barefoot, through the four feet of snow on our driveway, and gave them the biggest hug of my life.


I can't stop smiling. Best Christmas ever.

All of today's flights have been canceled and the airport's closed until further notice. Which means I'll be spending Christmas stuck here, without my beloved family.
I almost want to pretend like it's any other day. It just won't be the same.

Bah freakin' humbug.

Trying to remain positive. At least we have power?

It's supposed to dump 10 to 20 inches of snow today. And my mom and I are flying to Dallas tomorrow for Christmas? Crap.

The news is telling me we're in WHITEOUT conditions, and to not leave home unless it's an absolute emergency. And I still have a ton of Christmas shopping to do? Crap.

Despite the weather, I'm so incredibly excited about seeing my family. Like Gaby said last night, some family are just family, but these people are the ones you bond with.


Hopefully my next post will be in Texas, barring any major travel delays.

Sundays are so fabulous when you know you don't have to go to school the next day.
Let's rewind.

-Finals were fine, I guess. I don't really know.
-My mom got into Lawrence on Thursday night. We went to Old Chicago for dinner since I still had Staff Cash to use up. Everyone there was extremely nice and they even gave me a little stocking filled with candy. And because I am a bitch to the Man, I will probably be coming back next semester. Damn them and their evil, pizza-making ways.
-The drive was pleasant, except when I sat on half of a Mr. Goodbar and it melted on my pants and driver's seat. That was neat.
-Saw The Pursuit of Happyness yesterday, and talk about a HEART WRENCH. Jesus. I still feel choked up. But really, really good.

Today the mother and I are going to Park Meadows for Christmas shopping and lunch, and hopefully I'll have coffee tonight with Rachel.

One more final and I am a free woman.

Honestly? I've studied more in the past five days (we're talking 6-7 hours PER DAY, folks) than I ever have. Ever. I hate to think of how well I'd be doing if I made of habit of this all semester long...
French is tonight, and I've studied so much for it that my brain is starting to operate entirely in the subjunctive tense. Send me good vibes, pleeeeeease.


How fabulous was last weekend?
The semester could not have ended on a better note. Stop Day rocked my face (minus a little drama) and I heart my friends even more than I did before. There's nothing like sitting in a room full of people you care about to end a craptastic week.

Hello from the last day of the WORST WEEK EVER. I don't want to get into it, but it was just bad. We'll leave it at that.

But tomorrow's stop day, and tonight is FIESTA FIESTA 2006. Margaritas, seven-layer dip, and lots of lovin'.





I want it to be this time next week. I'll be with my mom, on the way home, and without a care in the world.

Operation: Let's See How Little Schoolwork Madeline Can Do Before Finals and Still Pass her Classes has officially begun. Ohh, I hate myself sometimes.

With all this snow and Christmas music on the radio and friends and crafting, I don't even have time for school. Have I mentioned that I'm not working for the rest of the semester, either? Yeah, I win for Biggest Slacker of the Century.

Anyway. Without Old Chicago cluttering up my weekends, I don't even know what I'll do with myself for the next two days. Ricki mentioned something about On the Border and Christmas shopping. I'm game. I need to get my mom's blow dryer (I also win for Best Practical Gift Giver) and a KU sweatshirt for my cousin.



Lunch at the Undergrounddddddddddddd.