Goodbye

well, this is it.  I've moved to Tumblr.  Sorry guys.  This blog has been great and all, but it just seems too formal.  I want a slightly easier way to share my thoughts with my sister, so tumblr just seemed like a good choice.   Here's the new site: http://twindeux.tumblr.com/   I won't be posting anymore to this blog, but I'll keep it around just so I can still keep a link to the older stuff I've written.  I hope you guys enjoyed blogspot while it lasted and you'll all keep up with me on my tumblr from now on!  :)

peace out.

A Fine Whine

So I saw a bumper sticker today that read "Stop Global Whining."  Sorry, dude, but I'm going to whine all I want to.  It makes me feel better.  


I've been rushing this week, which means I've been spending all my free time stuck at school all dressed up and stuff.  I really don't think I'm going to end up pledging, but I've already met some people and made friends, so it's been worth it.  Other than that my week has been pretty lame.  There's been a lot of rain and traffic and homework.  But other than that I guess it's alright.  


So I've completely fallen in love with Absolutepunk.net's Free Music Fridays.  I basically look forward to it all week.  You know when you hear that one song and you're like, "Woah!  I totally feel like that right now!"  Super cool.  Here's mine for the week:

Gunning Bedford- Ice Warriors

Listen to it.  Oh, and I miss Katelyn.  A lot.  I haven't really had any time to talk to her all week.  Boo.  

College...

... and why everyone is lying when they tell you how great it is. 




College sucks.  Okay, so maybe I should rephrase that.  Not living on campus during college sucks.  I'm sure college is great and all, I'm just not feeling the love quite yet.  The people are weird, I still haven't made any friends, and driving home after school to veg in front of the TV really hasn't helped my social life, which usually goes on hiatus during the summer months anyway.  So needless to say, I have had limited social interaction with anyone outside of "Hey, what did she say the homework was?"  


For some reason, American culture has made college out to be the end-all be-all of adolescent social freedom.  It makes it look like once you step foot on a college campus, you are instantly greeted with friends, freedom, and unlimited social interaction with other good-looking, popular college kids.  Not true.  Don't believe it.  College is nothing like the movies, at least for me.  No parties.  No stories.  No nothing.  Just a bunch of boring people waiting until class gets out so they can go home and watch Adventure Time.  
Or maybe that's just me.  


Regardless of whether it has to do with me, the college, or the fact that I live off campus, college isn't all it's cracked up to be.  At least not yet.  I'm expecting great things from you, college. So you had better deliver.  You've been pretty lame so far. 

Words of Wisdom

Kevin Bacon once said: "College is like highschool with ashtrays."   
A truer word has ne'er been spoken.  Like, ever.   


College really is like highschool, except that 25% of my drawing class is made up of women over the age of 35, the teachers let you out early, and I don't know a soul.  But other than that, it's like highschool all over again.  Not cool.  


Katelyn left last night.  It hasn't been too depressing, but every now and then I think of all the cool stuff I can talk about with her, and then I have to remember that she won't be there when I get home.  I'll have to call her or something.  Being able to just see a person and talk with them is a lot different from having to call them up and hope that they answer.  I don't want to hope that you answer.  I just want you to be there, all the time.  


It's like the last 15 seconds of Underoath's "Down, Set, Go", where it's only Spencer Chamberlain screaming "You're not here with me"  over and over again.  You're not gone.  It's just that you're not here with me.  And I don't think I like that very much.  




SO COME BAAAAAACK!!!!

Someone please save us

us college kids.

What my parents told me

is what I did.

They said: "Go to school and

be a college kid."

But, in the end,

I questioned why I did. 

Relient K knows my pain.  That strange, 'this isn't for me' feeling keeps on coming up, but I guess I'll just have to fight through it.  Classes start tomorrow.  I'm not looking forward to it. 

5

That's it. 

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and then Tuesday.  And then you leave.  

PUH-LEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!! (sobbing uncontrollably.)  

Okay, so maybe the sobbing hasn't started yet, but I'm gearing up for it.  I'm drinking a lot more water and  practicing some techniques to stop hyperventilation, so I think I'm prepared.  I've also washed my pillowcase and have created a rather awesome 'make myself feel better playlist.'  First song?  This one:  

Blink 182- Going Away to College

I know it comes from the perspective of him leaving her, and it's all romantic and stuff, but it gets the whole juvenile, scared and worried feelings right.  

But for all my preparation, I know I'm still not ready.  

a week to the day

One week from today, I'll be the saddest person alive.  Okay, so maybe not the saddest.   I can name about 10 different things that would be about a trillion times worse than my sister leaving for college:


1. her dying...that would suck.
2. me dying...that would suck too.
3. just about anyone I know dying...I don't like dying.
4. my house catching on fire...there's a lot of stuff in there.
5. the human race forgetting the recipe for banana bread...now that's depressing.
6. all the oranges in the world disappearing...can you imagine a world without orange juice?  I can't.
7. every season of Lost on DVD getting destroyed...I just winced.
8. the Florida Gators having a losing season...I just shuddered.
9. my entire itunes library erasing itself...gah....
10. Mountain Dew ceasing to exist  k0[ghi8[ri3west6tyiuyttttttttbvy6hkjenvwucgbstc uhilpowi45097tgjkvfmnrgryngjyckmnxgrstuyk srusrukrsuskruskkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkrtttttttttttttv  


Sorry about that.  I just passed out all over my keyboard.


so yeah...I would rather have my sister go to Vanderbilt than have any of that other stuff happen.  I'm going to go find some Mountain Dew now, just to make myself feel better.

rad rad raves

Raves are cool.
All my friends leaving for college isn't.
My sister took this picture last night.  It was a bucket load of fun, but it was the last time I'll see a lot of my high school friends, at least until Christmas break.  It totally sucks while being completely awesome, all at the same time.  No one wants to sit around their high school their whole lives.  No one wants to be stuck in the Georgia suburbs until they're 23.  So we're getting out, most of us at least.  We're leaving while we still can, while our parents are still paying for it.  So yeah, I'm glad people are leaving.  I'm even sort of glad that my sister is leaving.  She'll have fun in Nashville, even if I'm still stuck at home.  But I'm really glad that we had an awesome rave last night.

The 'Florida' Shore

I hate Jersey Shore.
I love Jersey Shore.
I hate Jersey Shore.  
I love Jersey Shore.
I hate Jersey Shore.  
I can't stand it.  
I can't stop watching it. 


I lean more on the hate side of it, I think.  It's one of those worthless shows that every kid would be ashamed of if their parents found out they watched it.  But at the same time, it's one of those shows where you can actually sit down with a group of people and have an intelligent conversation about afterward.  Topics like stereotypes, relationships, emotion, human nature, as well as American culture and celebrity seem to grow out of what is normally thought of as a trashy reality show.  I like to think I'm not the only one who takes a more intellectual approach to Jersey Shore.  


And why do they still call it Jersey Shore?  They're not on the Jersey shore.  They're on the Miami Shore.  

economy, eshmonomy

I just need a job.


Badly.


My sister started packing yesterday.  Like, seriously packing, with boxes and tape and everything.  The closet is half empty, the bookshelf is half empty.  My SOUL is half empty.  Seeing everything in boxes really brings to mind exactly what we own, what really belongs to us.  As a kid, most of what you have is owned by your parents.  I guess a mark of growing up is having your own belongings, having the ability to pack things up into boxes and label them as "mine."   I still don't have a lot that's mine, but it continues to grow bigger and bigger every year.


Oh, and the new House of Heroes album is spectacular.  You should probably go listen to it.

14 days

Two weeks.  That's it.  Two weeks can feel like a pretty long time, until you actually start to think of something that happened two weeks ago.  And then you're like, "woah....that was two weeks?  Geez that's short."  And it is. 

So my sister only has 14 more days until she moves in...or out, depending on where you're looking from.  I mean, I know she's not leaving or anything.  It's not abandonment.  But it comes pretty darn close.  Nashville is only four hours away, but I've shared the same bedroom with her my whole life, so it doesn't really matter if she's down the street or 4 hours away, the fact that she's not sleeping on the other side of the room is still rather depressing.

But I still have 14 more nights.  or maybe it's just 13 nights.  

'sup

First post.  Fun stuff.

So this is really less of a blog and more of a way of communicating with my twin sister, who only has 15 days left before she heads off to good ol' Nashy.  I'm not exactly looking forward to it, but neither is she so we're even.  

Today was the first day of school for everyone except all us ex-highschoolers.  It's sort of a funny feeling, knowing that it's been a whole year since my last first day of school. Good funny.  I didn't really like school much.  

Blogging is awkward.  I don't know if I like it just yet.  I guess I'll find out.