Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog
"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair; Wipe off that make-up; What's in is despair; So throw on the black dress; Mix in with the lot; You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not; If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see; You can find out first hand what its like to be me; So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye; I encourage your smiles; I expect you won't cry;
Another contusion; My funeral chair; Here's my resignation; I'll serve it in drag; You've got front row seats to the penitence but; When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!"
Well, after a long and stressful year at High Point University I am back home for the summer. You know, I never knew how my shit I really owned until I had to pack it all up. I really don't understand how the heck I made all that stuff fit in that itty bitty room to begin with. It was quite amazing, but what can I say, I'm just that good.
I'm trying to get used to living back at home. Dealing with my little sister's drama, having my mom around me all the time, and being farther away from Logan is quite the adjustment.
Went and saw Garebear gradumatate and heard Bill Cosby speak. It was very entertaining as was expected. Bill Cosby was all formal in his doctorate robe, but instead of the Pillsbury Doughboy hat that those who have a PhD wear, he wore an HPU baseball hat and attached his tassel to the top of that. Then after he gave his little commencement speech, he took off his robe to reveal that he was wearing an HPU sweatshit and sweatpants. God love our President at the school, cause nobody else will.
I would like to take this time to thank Dan for the awesome hotel rate he was able to give my family. You're the bestest!
Now for the not so good news. To all my friends who read this but do not have a livejournal themselves: due to someone who evidently reads my journal from time to time and evidently wasn't raised in the belief that if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all and had been trying to instigate trouble between Logan and I or just saying very uncalled for things, I have changed my settings so that only people who are on my friends list can leave comments to my posts. It makes me very upset that it has come to this, but I refuse to be disrespected on my own journal. Especially by someone who doesn't have the guts and has refused to reveal their identity(s). I mean really, if you're gonna say stupid shit, then own up to it and don't hide behind the anonymous option. I hope to one day be able to restore my journal to a completely open journal, but until that time comes, this is the way it's going to have to be.
To the before mentioned friends: I really value your comments, so if I write something you would like to comment about you can either:
a. create a livejournal, add me as your friend, and I will be glad to add you immediately
b. call or email me (if you belong to this group you know the number and/or address)
Thought of the Day:
How come you play at a recital, but recite at a play?
Another contusion; My funeral chair; Here's my resignation; I'll serve it in drag; You've got front row seats to the penitence but; When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!"
Well, after a long and stressful year at High Point University I am back home for the summer. You know, I never knew how my shit I really owned until I had to pack it all up. I really don't understand how the heck I made all that stuff fit in that itty bitty room to begin with. It was quite amazing, but what can I say, I'm just that good.
I'm trying to get used to living back at home. Dealing with my little sister's drama, having my mom around me all the time, and being farther away from Logan is quite the adjustment.
Went and saw Garebear gradumatate and heard Bill Cosby speak. It was very entertaining as was expected. Bill Cosby was all formal in his doctorate robe, but instead of the Pillsbury Doughboy hat that those who have a PhD wear, he wore an HPU baseball hat and attached his tassel to the top of that. Then after he gave his little commencement speech, he took off his robe to reveal that he was wearing an HPU sweatshit and sweatpants. God love our President at the school, cause nobody else will.
I would like to take this time to thank Dan for the awesome hotel rate he was able to give my family. You're the bestest!
Now for the not so good news. To all my friends who read this but do not have a livejournal themselves: due to someone who evidently reads my journal from time to time and evidently wasn't raised in the belief that if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all and had been trying to instigate trouble between Logan and I or just saying very uncalled for things, I have changed my settings so that only people who are on my friends list can leave comments to my posts. It makes me very upset that it has come to this, but I refuse to be disrespected on my own journal. Especially by someone who doesn't have the guts and has refused to reveal their identity(s). I mean really, if you're gonna say stupid shit, then own up to it and don't hide behind the anonymous option. I hope to one day be able to restore my journal to a completely open journal, but until that time comes, this is the way it's going to have to be.
To the before mentioned friends: I really value your comments, so if I write something you would like to comment about you can either:
a. create a livejournal, add me as your friend, and I will be glad to add you immediately
b. call or email me (if you belong to this group you know the number and/or address)
Thought of the Day:
How come you play at a recital, but recite at a play?