The family and I have arrived all safe in Birmingham. We're staying with my Aunt Beth and Uncle Lee, some of my favorite people. Nice weather, Uncle Garry's 90th birthday impending, uneventful trip, etc. It should be a good weekend. Trey and Drew are excellent cousins. And I get to sleep in a bunk bed. Even if it is the bottom bunk, as I ( Read more... )

Crazy schedule at school. But! I benefit from this tomorrow, as third and fourth block are early in the day. Which means - no school for Callie until 11:30. This makes Callie very happy, let me assure you ( Read more... )

Today was a good day. I still really need to get to the bank and buy mice for my snake, but I guess if it's waited this long, I won't go broke or starve Salazar by tomorrow ( Read more... )

So I've had a very dressed-up kind of weekend. I'm thinking that the first change I get I'm going to round up a few friends and do something outdoorsy, like kayaking. I've had enough of high heels and awkward dancing ( Read more... )

The prom angst hath passed! It was a brief, yet violent storm ( Read more... )

Does a livejournal make a creaking sound when you crack it back open after a few months? Excitement, everybody! After a tragic shortage, the angst has returned ( Read more... )

Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't been feeling very livejournal-ish lately. Lots of little things have happened, but nothing monumental or worth ranting about ( Read more... )

Customer: "Hey, beautiful. How's it going ( Read more... )

It started out being a beautiful, warm day, but it seems that the clouds have moved back in.

Spring Hill was this weekend. The interview went fantastic and the essay was a little corny (describe yourself ten years from now), but it was easy enough to write. I hear some not-so-great things about the school, though. Franciscan still tops it, ( Read more... )

Hoo boy. I've been a wee bit emotionally tipsy all day. You know those days? Those days when you leave your purse at Boba n' Wraps for the third time? And you're terrified to go back and admit ownership of said purse? And so you procrastinate? And when you finally do go and collect said purse, the entire staff of said resteraunt laughs at you ( Read more... )