OMG BIKE
I think I can be happy anywhere my bike is. I feel much more complete at home having my bike. I rode my bike home from my dad's work, and I stopped at Starbuck's and Kohl's on the way home. How awesome is that? Chesterfield by bike? Who'd have thought?
Paul Pontois! I ran into him today. I'd say he was cute, but I can't do that anymore since he's an adult, and I'm an adult. =) My mom has been buying me stuff like crazy because I am now a COLLEGE GRADUATE... sorta. ha ha. I still have one more technicality of a class, but everyone passes unless a leg is broken.
I love my family. Even Heather came down for graduation, and I think she secretly hates me.
AND I GOT A B- IN BIO! It makes me laugh how lazy I got this semester, and how scared I was that I might not pass BIOLOGY, when I was sure I was going to pass physics. I'm sorry bio majors, but bio just can't be compared with physics.
Um? WHo cares about school. THe only reason why I'm updating after such a long time is because Freya, Andy and Amy all updated. And Freya updated three times in like.. 24 hours. Did you know that Ada's biking across France? Do you want to bike across the US sometime?
Has anyone read the book.. something about filling your bucket? It's my current obsession, and my ultimate goal is to become a bucket filler and never a bucket dipper.
Explanation? I have been raised by a father who always encouraged my sisters and I to adopt a positive attitude towards everything. It's a great theory, but sometimes, it's hard to practice. The bucket idea somehow works for me. See, whenever you say something/do something/etc that makes someone happy/feel good/etc, you're filling their bucket.. and probably yours too. Whenever you say something shitty, like, say, how my mom always nags my dad about sitting on his ass all the time, you're dipping from someone's bucket.
Sad people live shorter lives than smokers on average. People who's buckets aren't filled tend to have unfulfilling marriages, etc etc. And I know all you scientific types who think that I'm not a real scientist because I studied geology and love feminism think that I'm full of shit, but you know what? Shove it for just a second, because I'm gonna be filling your buckets like whoa for the rest of my time with you. I'm filling them up to the brim, and I will not tolerate any dippers.
I think that's all I have to say right now. I am enjoying the couch potato life, and following the book "How FUll is your Bucket?", I'm currently reading "THe Secret Life of Lobsters". It's thrilling and full of fishy ta(ils)les. I have many other books on my to read list this summer, and I'd appreciate any other recommandations you all throw my way.
OKay. So I am not going to graduate with a GPA above a 3.0, but it's solely because my junior year was spent abroad and my grades didn't factor into my GPA. If they did, I would totally have a 3.3 right now, so screw you humanities majors!
Secondly, I am giving up "fuck". I used to think dumb people said it, and I think I was probably right. Now that I am a college graduate, I am therefore, not dumb. "Crap" is sooo the new "fuck". But shit and bitch stay until further notice.
Thirdly, I am donating my hair ASAP. I hate it, and I want a haircut like Natalie POrtman's. Freya... how long is yours and are you ready to give up?
FOURTHLY, and the reason for the longer entry.. I just checked my grades.. I GOT AN A+ in CREATIVE WRITING. I missed my calling, that's for sure. If I had majored in creative writing and women's studies? MAN. 4.0 baby!
Paul Pontois! I ran into him today. I'd say he was cute, but I can't do that anymore since he's an adult, and I'm an adult. =) My mom has been buying me stuff like crazy because I am now a COLLEGE GRADUATE... sorta. ha ha. I still have one more technicality of a class, but everyone passes unless a leg is broken.
I love my family. Even Heather came down for graduation, and I think she secretly hates me.
AND I GOT A B- IN BIO! It makes me laugh how lazy I got this semester, and how scared I was that I might not pass BIOLOGY, when I was sure I was going to pass physics. I'm sorry bio majors, but bio just can't be compared with physics.
Um? WHo cares about school. THe only reason why I'm updating after such a long time is because Freya, Andy and Amy all updated. And Freya updated three times in like.. 24 hours. Did you know that Ada's biking across France? Do you want to bike across the US sometime?
Has anyone read the book.. something about filling your bucket? It's my current obsession, and my ultimate goal is to become a bucket filler and never a bucket dipper.
Explanation? I have been raised by a father who always encouraged my sisters and I to adopt a positive attitude towards everything. It's a great theory, but sometimes, it's hard to practice. The bucket idea somehow works for me. See, whenever you say something/do something/etc that makes someone happy/feel good/etc, you're filling their bucket.. and probably yours too. Whenever you say something shitty, like, say, how my mom always nags my dad about sitting on his ass all the time, you're dipping from someone's bucket.
Sad people live shorter lives than smokers on average. People who's buckets aren't filled tend to have unfulfilling marriages, etc etc. And I know all you scientific types who think that I'm not a real scientist because I studied geology and love feminism think that I'm full of shit, but you know what? Shove it for just a second, because I'm gonna be filling your buckets like whoa for the rest of my time with you. I'm filling them up to the brim, and I will not tolerate any dippers.
I think that's all I have to say right now. I am enjoying the couch potato life, and following the book "How FUll is your Bucket?", I'm currently reading "THe Secret Life of Lobsters". It's thrilling and full of fishy ta(ils)les. I have many other books on my to read list this summer, and I'd appreciate any other recommandations you all throw my way.
OKay. So I am not going to graduate with a GPA above a 3.0, but it's solely because my junior year was spent abroad and my grades didn't factor into my GPA. If they did, I would totally have a 3.3 right now, so screw you humanities majors!
Secondly, I am giving up "fuck". I used to think dumb people said it, and I think I was probably right. Now that I am a college graduate, I am therefore, not dumb. "Crap" is sooo the new "fuck". But shit and bitch stay until further notice.
Thirdly, I am donating my hair ASAP. I hate it, and I want a haircut like Natalie POrtman's. Freya... how long is yours and are you ready to give up?
FOURTHLY, and the reason for the longer entry.. I just checked my grades.. I GOT AN A+ in CREATIVE WRITING. I missed my calling, that's for sure. If I had majored in creative writing and women's studies? MAN. 4.0 baby!