Oh the Memories!

As Liz as so thoughtfully pointed out on her blog, it is now her birthday week (Happy Birthday Liz!!!) and of course, that got me thinking about last summer. Mostly that summer consisted of school and working my butt off, not to mention annoying all my friends by being too tired to go out (and what self-respecting, recently 21 college student does that?!). However, there was one trip that seems to stand out from the rest: Liz's birthday celebration on 6th street.
Every college student needs a trip like this one. Top shelf drinks and several shots at dinner followed by pregaming in the hotel, crazy shenanigans at the bar, and finished off with some ridiculous event back at the hotel. While reckless college adventures are fun, the parts I love best about that trip (minus being around my friends cause thats cliche) were the ridiculous things said. My favorite: "they call me liver of steel" which was definitely used by Jackie as an intimidation method.
Another positive is that I got to spend quality time with my cousins. I think its nice to be able to hang out with family outside of holiday get-togethers. I have the tiniest family in the world so this doesn't happen often.

While this summer has had some really fun times (if you were at Pub Fiction with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about), I am hoping for one last ridiculous blow out before school starts. It is in fact my last summer as a college student.

XOXO

Media Blah Blahs

I was reading through Perez Hilton today (though he is a total d-bag, his blog is addicting) and found this:

New season of Project Runway, now on Lifetime! YAY! More Tim Gunn!!! I know its girly, but I LOVE this show. I must admit, I am a bit worried though. It is very hard to top the Christian Siriano season. Christian had so much personality, it was unreal. He brought drama to the show and yet he was insanely likeable.

Fierce!

There was also the Jeffery season (lots of great and varied talent in the final four) and then last seasons crazy Kenley (among other obnoxious contestants) who just wouldn't leave (hopefully, it doesn't go back to that!). What I am worried about is the new wannabe America's Next Top Model show. Half of why those girls remain on the show is luck. Am I going to watch it? PASS!

On a different note, I went and saw the new Harry Potter movie last week. AMAZING. Can't wait for the final two. What blows my mind is all this talk about Harry Potter vs. Twilight. The Harry Potter movies are still good even if you read the books. Twilight was definitely not. Then again, Rob Pattinson is gorgeous so I guess that makes up for it somehow.

XOXO

Baby Face

My favorite thing about Waco is that my age is rarely questioned. I have no problem getting into Scruffs (then again, who does?!) or any of the other bars around town. Only on a rare occasion will some boy think I am 20.

The Houston area is a completely different story. I have yet to go out to a bar where my ID wasn't flipped over or scanned. On occasion, it has even been scratched. I'm becoming worried this will be a problem once I'm out of college.

A few weeks back, I took my friend Brittany to the mall to grab a quick bite to eat. We were sitting in the middle of the food court. We sat smack dab in the middle of a large section of tables. As shes eating, an awkward teenage boy comes up to us to hand us a flier about some new night club. To be honest, I was flattered. Finally someone believes my age! I briefly glanced at this flier and noticed the place was called Kool Klub (or something else retarded with Ks) and it was out in Richmond. Definitely wasn't ever going to go but I was excited he believed my age.

WRONG! About ten minutes later, I actually read this flier. It wasn't a new night club but rather an event some existing place (next to dollar general, sick!) was having on Friday nights. The age range was 13-17 and it ended at midnight. DAMMIT!! Some awkward teenage kid thought I was his age and decided to hand me this stupid flier.

To make matters worse, I went to the beach with my friend Lindsey this weekend and there was a group of 17 year olds next to us and everytime the girls they came with walked off, they tried to get Lindsey and me to come hang out with them. I thought the beer in my hand made it clear I was way too old to hang out with them. Then again, maybe I look like a very brave/rebellious 17 year old.

It is one thing to be considered young by older people, I can understand that. It is another thing entirely for babies to claim me as their own. Talk about embarrassing!

Hopefully I will begin to look like an adult within the next 6 months. Doubtful but a girl can dream.

XOXO

I'm an Awkward Turtle

A new turn of events has recently (or maybe not so recently) broadsided me. When the heck did I get old enough that OLD people thought it was okay to talk about sex with me? I do not want to know about that!

Somehow (with my amazing luck), I end up hearing about this stuff fairly often. Even worse, it always tends to be my dad's employees. Because they work for my father, I have to sit there and endure it. Truth be told, all I want to do is cover my ears and sing la la la la la but instead I attempt to smile and laugh at appropriate times. KILL ME!

Just the other day, my father's computer guy started making jokes with me about a former employee. These were the kind of jokes that I only feel comfortable making with close friends. To make it worse, he proceeded to add gestures and sounds. I will spare you the details but know that it was bad.

I attempted to tell my mother how this made me uncomfortable. MISTAKE.

Growing up is great. Sexy shoes and good drinks (along with countless other things) were totally worth getting old for. However, being incorporated into the personal lives of the people I will always consider the "adults" is a major downfall.

As I continue to type this, I am realizing this may not be an appropriate blog topic. Oh well. I'm inappropriate. I'm sure Philen would laugh at my extreme discomfort caused by this situation.

Let me know if you can relate.

XOXO

Too Much of a Good Thing

There is an Alan Jackson song that goes "too much of a good thing is a good thing." Hate to burst your bubble Alan, but you are DEAD wrong.

I'm a family girl. I love my family. But after a 12 hour road trip to Georgia followed by a whole nonstop family weekend and another 12 hour road trip back to Texas, I have learned too much family is bad for your health.

This past weekend, we went to see my brother at Fort Benning in Georgia. Well, Sand Hill but same difference. Blake was stuck in his uniform all weekend so of course he was bombarded with pictures by my mother. It was nice to see him considering I'll only see him a few more times before he goes to Germany. (Blake got stationed there.)

Blake and I took a little break from the rents to go see Transformers 2. I love that they wrote in Shia's hand injury from his drunk driving incident. Amazing movie.

Best part of the weekend was the trashy girlfriends of the guys in the army. Freaking hilarious.
The girl pictured above in the purple dress was my personal favorite. What you can't see is the giant tattoo across her chest. It was some sort of cursive writing. Maybe judgmental of me but it was too funny not to laugh. Mind you, these pictures were taken around 8am.

Minus my family driving me insane, it was a successful weekend. I am now living in Sugar Land. I am sure there will be tons of adventures to post about soon.

XOXO