Saturday, November 19, 2011

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around.

Sparks Fly -- Taylor Swift

I'm just going to be honest with you up front. 

I'm totes writing this to brag on myself. [I can't believe I say totes now. Damn you Matty!]

Normal people stress about what to get others for Christmas; I don't. I just don't. Gift giving has always been my forte to some extent. Most of what I give is handmade too, so I typically put a lot of time into them. 

But this year, when it came time to figure out what I was getting the boytoy? No ideas. Nothing. Zip.


What was wrong with me?
Last week, I kind of gave up and decided to fall back on my standard gift: a portrait of him. I really didn't know how it would turn out though because I typically only draw close ups of faces, but most of his pictures are of him playing guitar or something (and homeboy needs a haircut), so there weren't too many face pictures to choose from. 

I chose this one.:

Definitely a challenge for me. And plus, after I cropped it, it was pretty small, so I'd have to enlarge it when I drew it. 

However, I've been working on it for the past week or so, this is what I have so far.:

I am so fucking proud of it so far. I'm not even half way done though. So fingers crossed it doesn't go majorly south after this point...But I'm soooooo excited about it.

Wish me luck!

May the force be with y'all.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

"Can't no preacher man save my soul."

Barton Hollow - The Civil Wars

I had all of these glorious intentions of getting back into my blog as a way to record all of my adventures. Aaaand I haven't done that. Probably because there aren't any adventures...

Seriously though. I'm boring. Other people get out and party, but I just don't have the energy. Not that I'd even enjoy them if I went. 

Major(?) changes since I started college in August:
  • I'm pledging the community service sorority. Don't get me wrong; I'm the opposite of your standard Greek girl. This sorority is different though. It's dry, so even though we have socials, I don't have to worry about the fact that I don't drink. But they aren't like the Christian sorority who tells you that you can't drink ever. [For some reason, I think people telling me that I shouldn't drink all the time would drive me to drink faster than peer pressure would. I'm just a douche like that.] Plus, our date night was at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Perfect? I think yes. And I just dig community service.
  • I'm studious! For those of you who know me in person, I know! Shocker! I've yet to miss a homework assignment. What is wrong with me?!
  • I have a new boytoy. Yet he doesn't go to school with me. No. He goes to the university in my hometown. Messed up? Yes. Who else starts dating someone who lives in their hometown as soon as they move away? No one. That's who. That's because it's dumb. But hey, it works for me. I hate being around the person I date all the time because I have issues.
  • And most importantly, I'm obsessed with Gossip Girls. Like seriously obsessed. I'm on season 2 episode 10, and I just started watching it last week. That's about 35 episodes. What? I have a serious problem. (Btw, I'm so Team Blair and Chuck. Serena and Dan bore me at this point.)
Oh, also, I'm having to get used to living with three girls, which shouldn't be too hard considering that I have always lived in small places with my mother and sister. But no. People are gross. 

Problem numero uno? My suitemate's hair all over the fucking bathroom. Are you kidding me? I'm blonde and live with a curly headed brunette, a black girl, and a Korean chick. When there is hair in the tub you know who it belongs to. There really is no question about it. And I swear to god, if I have to continue to clean up shiny Asian hair from the bathtub, bathroom floor, shower curtain, wall across from the shower (seriously? How did that even happen?), I'm going to pop a blood vessel or something. I've asked her to clean it, I've asked my roommate and other suitemate to clean it, and I've posted notes on the bathroom door pointing out that there was hair all over the place. 

Is it cleaned up? No. Everyone nods to shut me up and then sits back and waits for me to clean it.

Kills me.

Excuse me. I have to go cry over the failure that was class registration now.
How have you guys been?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

"I've been high, I've been low. I've been yes, and I've been oh hell no."

Save Me San Francisco - Train

Catholic guilt. It's a bitch.

As people all the world can attest to, there can no bigger force that knocks you on your ass.

I had a great time today. This guy that I've been going on dates with when I'm at home came to visit me. He's one of the only people that I've met that can come over and just sit on the couch watching tv or making out listening to music all day long. So I'm lazy. Shut the fuck up; you sound like my roommate. But still. It's still a pretty PG-13 deal.

As soon as he sets foot in his car to head home though? Crippling guilt courses through my veins.

Before I know it, I'm in my room calling myself a slut and where the mess is my rosary.

Does this happen to anyone else?

Oh, just me? Oh..Okay...

In other news, I joined a sorority.
[Great. Now, not only am I a slut, but I'm a sorostitute. I'm giving a great impression.]

But it's no ordinary sorority. It's a national community service sorority.
[Halo regained once more! *Ding*]

Like, seriously. Our bid party? It consisted of icing cupcakes and playing ice breakers. Our pledge day the next morning was spent organizing stuff for the NAMES Project here in da ATL.

I adore it. I love the girls. I love being part of something bigger than just me. I love helping people out. Everything is right up my alley. It's so exciting!

How have you guys been in my absense? Sad, I know. It's okay. I'm back, baby.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

"Hi, I've gotta little place nearby; wanna go?"

The Call - Backstreet Boys

So, I'm officially moved into my first dorm room. And honestly? Not bad at all. It's a suite style, so it's bigger than the other freshman rooms. I also only have to share my bathroom with three other girls. Um, yes.

The thing that's going to take the most getting used to is the fact that just about everyone else on my hall is male. I've only seen one other female suite. So, thus far it's like 8 girls to about 40 guys. This is coming from someone who has never really lived around males except for a few years of every other weekend trips to my father's. So it's odd. My house is all estrogen all the time. 

Plus side? With our beds bunked, we have a futon that fits in here nicely. It really is a big room. It's pretty ballin. Not even going to lie. Oh, and my roommate and three guys that live in the buildings next to ours all are my buddies from high school. It's kind of easing me into the transition.

After two hours of intensely focused work [hah], Matty and I got the futon together!
Matt and I got the futon together, and we christened it by watching Bring It On together. And by that, I mean, we had it playing on my computer and sat there quoting all of the lines over the movie. We've seen it far too many times.

More pictures to come when Manda unpacks her boxes!

May the force be with y'all.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

"Cause he wants to rendezvous with the new girl."

New Girl in Town - Hairspray

I've been having troubles lately. What troubles, you might ask?

I have a problem that I like to call NKS....New Kid Syndrome.

Everyone loves a new girl. Being the new girl at work? Yeah. I'm kind of on my own two feet now knowledge-wise. I can work pretty damn well even when there isn't anyone else there to help me out. But in terms of the guys, I'm still the new girl.

Out of four single guys that work there? I've been asked out by three. And the other often tells me that he doesn't know how he's going to survive when I leave because the other new girl is kind of a bitch to him. Flirty ho that he is.

      1. The Nice Guy asked me out to dinner. He really is sweet. He's as sweet as he is....well, dumb. He's fun to be around because he's soooo nice, but honestly, I have never had any conversation with him that has anything of substance. But he's kind of going through a transformation in his own life in which he is cutting out all of the pot and psychedelics that he's been doing, and that's just not my deal. [Did I mention that I work with all of the hippies in town?]

      2. The Chill Guy asked me out to lunch. Of the three, he is the only one in whom I could ever see myself being interested. But the timing is all wrong. I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, and I'm leaving for school in...9 days. [Scary as fuck.] Plus, he's definitely the kind of guy that if I ever did like him, I would end up liking him so much more than he liked me. He's just that...chill.

      3. The Player told me that if he wasn't so sure that I'd shoot him down, he'd ask me out. Once again, really cool guy. I like him a lot. But he is SUCH A PLAYER. He's got game, and he knows it. He's very attractive in kind of a dark way, but he definitely plays up his "I'm a sensitive artist." image like a boss. He even brought in his sketch books for me to look over because he found out that I draw as well. He's been openly flirting with me since my first day on the job, but in reality? He's just fun to joke around with at work because he's having too much fun with too many girls behind closed doors at home.

My ego? On an all time high. But at the same time, I am trying not to take any of it to heart because I know that I'm freshmeat. As soon as the new[er] waitress loosens up a bit? They'll be on her too. [She's kind of a badass chick. I'm kind of scared of her, myself.]

Anywho, Saturday night is my last day at work, and I'm actually really sad about it. I never thought I'd enjoy myself as much as I do, but it really is a blast sometimes.

Now, however, it's time to get pumped up to move to the big city. And honestly? I'm terrified.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"How stupid could I be? A simpleton could see that you're no good for me."

I've been listening to this song on a loop for the past hour. It has no relation to my life right now, so it's weird that I'm kind of hooked on it. It's also weird because it makes me pretty sad, but I cannot stop listening to it.

Thank you, Travis Walls, because most of my favorite songs come from your routines.

That is all.