I'm sitting in the library...again.

So.... funny pictures in my downloads folder:

I love the Weasley twins, you can't have them.

Get it? I died laughing.

.....Sorry Don.

I Llove this picture!

Every beagle to ever exist ever.

I found a whole bunch of tumblr and other pages dedicated to RENT and my character...Joanne.

...but it would be in your best interest to "take me".

Can I put GIFs on my blog? I'm about to find out...

OMG I CAN.

I love my character.

We all know who wears the pants here.

The TANGO MAUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!

You're joking...right?

I'm going to crack one day and break out in song...

Because as I'm listening to RENT I'm resisting the urge to jump up on the table and scream at "my Maureen".

You may already know I'm playing Joanne.

However, I look a little different than that.

I'm not even listening to one of my songs right now and I'm grooving in my seat.  In the library.  I don't think anyone can see me.

I'm listening to "Today 4 U"

And loving it.

But you know my favorite song?  "Take Me or Leave Me".  Because it's kinda true.  And there's nothing more self affirming then getting in someone else's face and being like:

"Bitch.  I am awesome: get with it or get over it."

Those are not the lines.  But close enough:

"It wont work!

I look before I leap

I love margins and discipline

I make lists in my sleep

Baby what's my sin?

Never quit - I follow through

I hate mess - but I love you

What to do

With my impromptu baby

So be wise

'cuz This girl satisfies

You've got a prize, that don't compromise

You're one lucky baby

Take me for what I am"

WHO I WAS MEANT TO BE!

My closed-off, bitchy, introverted, know-it-all, sarcastic, bookish, and crazy self.  Sometimes I'm brash, offensive, and inconsiderate.  Other times I'll be the best listener you've ever met.  It's all one person.

So take me BABY,  or leave me.

It's been a month.

Maybe my life was interesting in that month.  Not so much.  One or two things.  But overall?  Meh.  My life is as it's always been, with a few curve-balls thrown in.

"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness".  Hmm.  Funny lyrics on my Pandora.

Anyway.

I'm still a typical college student.  I still do stupid things and way too much homework (not enough sleep).

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Anyway.

I'm officially graduating my Associate's Degree in Animal Care in May.  Should be exciting right?

All I can think about is that I won't be a double major anymore.  I've always been a double major.  I'll be...just a Criminal Justice major.

That's it.

Nothing else.

The concept is weird and foreign to me.  If I had space in my schedule I'm pretty sure I'd take up a minor just to make myself feel better about losing my other major.  I'm that special kind of insane I guess.

Well.  I guess I'm not losing it.  I'm getting a degree.  That's a little different.

Part of me knows that I should be super pumped.  I'm sure I will be...later.

But right now?  I'm indulging in my special brand of insane.

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Maybe my parents realized my dilemma because over spring break...they got me a car.

More specifically, a truck.

More specifically then that, a teal green Ford Ranger with scratches in the ceiling from the previous owner's two pit bulls.

This one, specifically.

I'm pretty sure I just had a constant stream of....

Lots of profanity.  

"NO EFFING WAY!   NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!"

That went on for a good ten minutes before I actually got in the car and drove it.  My mom only got irritated with my language around 5 minutes in to my really unimaginative rant.  

I mean really.  "No f*****g way!"?

I guess you could say I was caught a little off guard.  I was practically skipping around the house.  My rabbit disapproved greatly of my boisterousness...

...boisterousness is a great word.

...Anyway.  He glared at me until I gave him a yogurt drop and nose rubs.  Which clearly, in his opinion, should have taken precedence over the presence of a new-to-me car. 

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What else has happened?  I'm gonna be a RA again.  In Lane.  Again.  Which is what I wanted.  If you don't remember...

THIS is my room.  Would you want to leave?

I'm pretty sure I have to move all of my stuff OUT, and then back IN though.  

Which sucks.

A lot.

I have A LOT of stuff.

Which is all distributed haphazardly around my room.

I need to clean.

Later people.