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Friday, April 28, 2006

1 week till I'm 21!!!

if you still read this you better be coming out with me...


Saturday, February 18, 2006

ok, so jen says i gotta update...but how do you update when there is NOTHING new???

here's my best shot...

this semester i'm taking a couple of new classes, but still in three 400-level classes and 1 300 level.  it is soooo much fun -- god i can't wait till i'm done!! right now i was working on some online physics problems and getting my laundry done at the parentals.  well, vday was fun, kinda, i had a soccer game that night so tom cooked hamburger helper and i steamed broccoli as a side dish (so romantic, i know).  it was simple and fun, the way we like it.  um...jen is supposed to be coming up today, but she hasn't called me yet, so i'm not sure when.  so, tonight should be a good time....

uh, yea, that was a ridiculous xanga post, but i'm sorry, i'm boring


Wednesday, October 26, 2005

well, it's been a little while...

still going to NDSU, still in the freaking best sorority ever (Kappa Delta), still with Tom, still love Jenny, still working at the research lab and still stressing myself out with tons of hard biology, chem, micro, and biochem classes.

so, actually, there's nothing that i can even think of that's happened to me new lately...

hope everyone is doing ok, give me a call if we haven't talked in awhile, i would enjoy it:)

carolyn


Monday, July 11, 2005

i just got the worst haircut in the world.

begin crying...now


Saturday, June 25, 2005

ok, so i'm going to rant.  here goes:

so....i have all of these relatives in town for the big golf tournament and my parent's 25th anniversary.  they all think i'm still 15 - well at least they treat me that way.  they say "Microbiology is a tough major, u sure you are going to make through all of those tough classes?" and "You've been dating the same guy for almost two years now???....you are much too young for that kind of relationship."  and plus the other shitty things they say to me about living in a house, having a car, and paying my own bills.  people are so naive and oblivious, i'm actually a pretty down to earth and smart girl if you actually would get to know me, and not just judge me.  i hate shitty relatives. 

i hate how nobody does take me seriously.  I am a grown woman -- well 20 years old.  i can take care of myself.  My parents still insist on checking up on me to see if i've been to the dentist or checked the oil in my car or balanced my checkbook lately.  Nobody will let me grow up!! Even Tom's and my parents don't take the two of us seriously.  To them we are just two little kids...but to us, well, i guess i can't even begin to explain in writing how much he means to me or vice versa.  My parents treat Tom more like my best friend than my boyfriend.  Tom's parents are always talking about his sister and boyfriend getting married.  First off, they are only a couple of years older than Tom and I and they have been dating half as long as us!!  They are always inviting him to reunions and family events, but since Tom and I are so "young", and our relationship means nothing to them, they never invite me.  It's ridiculous and i'm sick of being treated like a child!

Maybe someday somebody will let me grow up.....



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