Name:Ann Hamilton Country:United States State:Mississippi Metro:MSMS Birthday:2/17/1989 Gender:Female
Interests:harry potter, good movies, good books, good friends, and good sleep!
i want to be a dancer and a musician and a singer and an artist and an athlete and writer and an actress and a director and a designer and a superhero...but i'm just a dreamer. Expertise:procrastination Occupation:Supervisory Industry:Nonprofit
Oh man, my diet has gone to hell in a hand-basket this week. The bad news is that I haven't lost any weight...but the good news is that I didn't really gain any, either. I'm not deterred. I've just reached an inconvenient pot hole. And I'm not angry with myself like I might have been in the past. I just know that I need to do better next time. This is good news to some of you who read this (and by some of you I mean my loving father). Because that means it will take me that much longer to reach my semi-goal weight, which means I'm not allowed to get my nose pierced for a while. Oh, did you all know that? When I reach a certain weight, I get to have my nose pierced. Seven more pounds! I'm pretty pretty excited about it. And it seems like the more people I tell, the more people approve of the idea. Which is kind of nice.
I'm heading home today to see the fam and get some laundry done. The former is more fun, but the latter part is very necessary, as I'm running out of clothes.
Oh, and also, for those of you who don't know and care, someone leaked the first twelve chapters of Stephenie Meyer's new book. It's all over the web now, and available to everyone. She's so upset that she's stopped writing it, and isn't sure she's going to continue. She posted the first half on her website for her fans to read, because she doesn't want them to feel guilty for reading it on a spoiler website. Especially if she decides not to finish the book. Apparently it's on hold indefinitely while she takes some time to be with her family and work on non-Twilight related subjects.... Needless to say, I'm not happy about this. At all.
Well, on a lighter note...I managed to talk myself out of a ticket this morning. I was driving back to the dorm from my friend Jarrod's house with Kyle, and I didn't have my seatbelt on. A policeman who apparently was doing seatbelt checks in that area pulled me over. He was really nice about it, though. I was driving Kyle's van, by the way, and explained that to him when he saw that the names on my license and her insurance weren't the same. And technically her seatbelt is kind of broken and doesn't do much good, so I rarely put it on when I'm in her car. But still, I could have buckled it just to look legit. While he was filling out my ticket, Kyle said, "We should have told him that it was broken" and motioned to the limp seatbelt buckle. Anyway, the cop came back over to the window to return my license and the blue ticket (my first!) and was explaining the process to me. I said, with more bravery than I possessed, "Does it make any difference that her seatbelt is broken?" And he said, "Well...yes, but in the negative, because it means you have improper equipment"..but I was like, "I know, I'm sorry, she's gonna get it fixed this weekend!" (which, yes, I realize was an un-truth. It's not really fix-able. But I digress...) And he said "....Ok...I tell you what, let me take this back (he reached into the window to take the blue ticket away from me!)...since this is your friend's car and not yours, and the seatbelt is broken, I'll let you off with a warning. Just be sure to get that fixed." And I said "Thank you so much!" and he got back into his car and drove away. And I started to breath again.
Sometimes I string words together that don't always make sense.
Tonight at 7:30ish I sat down on my couch with my copy of Hamlet to read acts 3 and 4 for my class tomorrow, after which I was going to review for my Spanish quiz. Around 7:35 I realized I was falling asleep over my book, so I thought I'd take a quick thirty minute nap. When I woke up at 8:00 I was still overwhelmingly tired, so I set my alarm for 9:00, thinking that would give me plenty of time to read, study, and still get to bed at a decent hour. When I woke up at 9:00, I knew I didn't have the mental clarity to concentrate on Hamlet or on Spanish, so I resolved to go to sleep early and wake up and prepare in the morning (good thing I've read Hamlet twice before). However, bustling around getting ready for bed woke my body slightly, but not my sluggish mind. So I turned on the television, which is usually so good at putting me to sleep. One and a half episodes of Sex and the City later, it's too late to worry about homework and all I want to do is go to sleep. But as I lay in bed getting more and more awake by the minute, all I can do is foolishly concentrate on the fact that every day I get closer and closer to twenty years of age, and what that means for me at this time in my life. And I'll be honest, I'm not concentrating on my accomplishments to date. Ah, what an unwittingly good choice of words. And now I'm going to crawl back in to bed and hope that the second try yields better results. If not, I'll have the remote close by and call on Will and Grace if need be. All I want to do is go to sleep...to sleep - perchance to dream - aye, there's the rub... [edit] I ended up being so awake that I studied for Spanish and read Hamlet. I have some kinda skills.
There ya go, Pops, no more pouty-lip picture. (This picture is of my friend Lauren and I in Scotland. I'm sure you can understand why we became good friends.) Happy?
I've had a pretty awesome couple of weeks in Starkville. It hasn't been necessarily outstanding, but it has been all around rather enjoyable. On Thursday I ate dinner at one friend's apartment, which was pretty amazing since I don't see her much (yes, Kim, that's you!) I was glad that we got a chance to just hang out. Last night I went to a friend's apartment where we watched a VHS copy of *Nsync: In The Mix that she found at a thrift store for a dollar. That video brought back lots of memories of my tween years. Kristen and I were singing along with all of the songs and reminiscing about Justin's bleached hair-earring-basketball jersey days. After that I went to the midnight movie with four of my friends and saw Tropic Thunder, which was absolutely hilarious. I want to have Robert Downy Jr.'s babies. I woke up this afternoon around 11:00 and actually did homework for two classes. I lounged around my room the rest of the day doing nothing much more at all until around 5:00 when I started getting ready to hang out at another friend's apartment for a mocktail party. I'll be honest, I was nervous. Although I adore the girl who invited me, I hadn't seen her in a while, and I didn't think I knew many people on the guest list. But I thought, why shouldn't I be excited? What a great way to meet some new people. So I made my hair pretty and put on my purple Scotland dress and, I'm not gonna lie, I felt pretty good about myself. When I got to the apartment, I realized I knew about 5 or so people there, and ended up having a blast with all 20 or so guests! We played Madgab (my team won!) and ate party food and there was a chocolate fondue fountain. I thought I'd probably be there for one or two hours, but I ended up staying from 7:00 until 11:45. Those girls were an absolute joy to be around. So far, my classes have gone well. My roommate is good (though often absent), my job is good, and I'm eating lunch in the Union this year so I get to see friends every day.This semester looks promising.
I realized when I was changing my profile picture that the "about me" section of my profile simply reads "And I wonder if you ever think about me anymore..." which is a line to an amazing song by the band Diffuser. I haven't listened to the song in aged, but it used to be a favorite of mine. So I decided to post it. Enjoy.
I had a great time at Tori, Caitlin, and Christina's house tonight. There was a huuuge group there, and we grilled out, jammed to good music, and watched the Olympics. It was great fun. Aaaand we have a new student worker in the comm department. I'm pretty stoked about that, as well. Classes start on Monday. And so begins another school year! I have high hopes for this one.
