With Pirates of the Caribbean fresh out in theaters, I thought I’d share on my favorite bout of mischief. I’ve done lots of harmless, not-so-legal activities including late nights and black outfits. But my favorite, some of you may or may not know about. Don’t worry, Campus Police has already forgiven us. On the eve of the 2007 Winthrop Day, a day in which all potential freshmen come to tour Winthrop, Grace, Courtney, Kevin, and myself decided to make a statement. That upcoming year (my senior year) Winthrop was implementing the new rule that freshmen and sophomores had to live on campus their first 2 years. As upperclassmen, we were mad. This meant that I couldn’t live with Brooke and Maggie, Grace couldn’t live with Katie B, and Courtney and Kevin…they just wanted an adventure I guess. So at 3am, Courtney drew this:
We printed off what had to be 500+ of these flyers and posted them all over campus. Now when I say “all over campus” I literally mean it looked like it had snowed. We stuck those suckers on every parking sign, building sign, statue, door, squirrel, and trashcan. The 4 of us spread out and as we were approaching our last few flyers, just as we were sticking them on the Rutledge building sign, a car door slams. Campus police get out and yell something, but us girls took off running inside Rutledge. Why the crap did we do that? Anyways, we ran through the ceramics room, just running from the cops. We finally made it to the women’s bathroom (surely they couldn’t find is in there) and the woman cop came in and busted us. No handcuffs or anything, just a disappointed/confused look at us dressed in all black with tape all over us. She gave us the option of being arrested or to take them all down, and since my criminal record is still clean, we chose to take them down. This took about another 3 hours and then we went to Waffle House. Getting a good hard talk from my RA boss a few days later wasn't my proudest moment. But it kinda was.
Let's talk about shoes. I kind of love shoes. Not for the fashion part of owning shoes and matching and all that, but they're just fun. I like the way new shoes feel and more importantly I love how my Chacos feel. They're not new or fashionable but I love them a lot. You can take them on and off easily, they can go in the water, the mud, a long walk, while staying on your feet the whole time. As someone who likes to be outside and camp and play as much as I do, Chacos are my friend. I just recently bought Chaco flip flops since my rainbows got a hole in them, and dude. They are just as comfy. Cali will be getting a Chaco collar when she gets full grown. And yes I'm aware of how nerdy that makes me. But you should save up your bucks and let Chacos make your feet feel happy too. Have I EVER been wrong?
Chaco shoes are not to be confused with Choco Tacos, which are probably my favorite icecream treats. One are for your feet and the other is to eat. Both are good for the soul.
This homegirl wakes up at 7am with no alarm and no shame, ready to pee, eat, then play. God may use the length of this furry critter's life to teach me things. Things like patience, not to put value in tangible (chewable) things, what a sunrise looks like, and forgiveness. I wish I could forgive humans as easily as I forgive Cali. Like tonight, I guess because it's raining, she has peed in the living room floor atleast 5 times. First of all, who or what has to pee THAT much? And second, why doesn't her getting in trouble over it every time cause a change? But she is learning how to not only grab the object that I throw, but to bring the object back and fight me over it. And learning how to sit for a treat took about 3 days. She wants that thing so bad I think she'd do anything. I can only hope that one day, Cali will value sleep as much as I do. She does about 1,000 things wrong per day, but then again so do I.
This is Rory Mcilroy and he has the cutest name, he rocks at golf, and he's from Northern Ireland. I follow him on twitter and he does all these cute things like go to rugby matches and play with his dog. My master plan was to meet him at Quail Hollow last weekend, propose, and then invite you all to the wedding in Ireland. But he didn't actually play on Sunday. There's always next year and he's only 22, so we have plenty more golf left with him and time to get married.
