Just so you Know

I swear I haven't died!!!
I've just been busy, busy, busy with papers and studying for finals.
Look out for a new blog Wednesday.

Oh yes, It will be good.
And it will be worth the wait

Here's a picture to tie you over....It surely made me laugh.
It's Dora the Whora!!

A Note to the Reader

Dear Family and Friends,

I have noticed the comments on my blogs have stopped. Warranted, my last few may have been boring, but you should know I check this thing like seven times a day to see if anyone has commented. Obviously, there's been lots of disappointments lately for Whitney. :(

So start commenting you ass crispies!!

Love,
Whitney

P.S. You guys actually don't have to comment. I still love you all! It would just make me a little happy.......

UPDATE

Yea!!!!
I've just finished my paper!!!

And yes, its 6:15 am BUT I still get to finally go to bed which I've sincerely been looking forward to since I got up 22 hours ago.

True, I'll only get 6 hours of sleep, and then I have to work all night...boo, AND it's already light out with the birds chirping,
But I'm done for now and (I Think) I just wrote a bomb ass paper. Although I should probably check it over when I wake up since I'm pretty darn tired right now. Even though I still may be a bit incoherent tomorrow.

Regardless, I'm going to bed (Hurray!!)
GOODNIGHT!!
(OR GOODDAY)

Feeling sorry for myself

Lord, please get me through tonight.

I'm so incredibly tired....getting no more than 5 hrs. a night of sleep for the past week is really catching up with me. And all the stress/work I've been doing for school is exhausting me physically as well. Plus, there are scary thunderstorms right now which for all of you who know me, should understand this puts a severe limitation on the things I'll be able to get done.

I took my geography lab final today. And it was HARD. Unexpectedly hard. I kind of felt like an idiot when I finished it. But whatever, I know I didn't fail- and that's all that counts. Then I had classes till 5 tonight. But coming home wasnt to exciting because I know I have to write this dreaded 15 page paper. And that's only what is due tomorrow. Two weeks from yesterday The entire 25-30 page paper will be due. That just really sucks balls. A 25 page paper??!!! Is that physically possible for an undergrad who has 4 other classes to concentrate on?

It wouldn't be so bad if this was an easy paper. One where I could puke out the words quickly. But its not; and I'm pretty sure I'll be up till 5am writing this. Yuck and a half.

I really need a vacation. Really really need one. I'm so jealous that Amanda gets to go to Hawaii!! I've been craving laying on a warm beach under the sun with water in front of me. sigh. that just sounds perfect. This picture is actually my computer background right now and I would give ANYTHING to be there!

But that's a dream I probably wont see happen for years to come. So I can dream if I'd like....but I should probably start this paper already :(

A Short List of Damns

Yuck. It's 2am and I just finally finished my paper.
That was supposed to finished by midnight.
How does everything always take longer than you expect it to?

You might say, "Well Whitney, judging by the short story featured in your blog yesterday, I would say you have a severe case of procrastination".

And indeed, this is true.
BUT, everyone needs a break once in awhile, and I cannot help that all of my papers suck major ass this semester.

I enjoy writing. If I could professionally blog and write scary short stories all day, I think I would be in heaven. But I do not, and will never enjoy writing papers for classes. Especially ones over three pages. We might as well classify those assignments as "severe waste of my time"

I could be doing other important things such as checking my email, playing in my room, reading Amanda's blog, talking to my boyfriend, being an ass to my friends, and even (gasp!) checking Perez Hilton.

Seriously, whatever happened to good old fashioned housewife school. Where all I would have to do is learn how to cook, clean, sew, and rear children. Damn feminists and their crazy ideas.

Damn teachers and their self-indulging paper prompts

Damn school and it's incomprehensible purpose (Oh, I'm paying you $12,000 a year to work for you? And then when I actually get a job where I'll work for money for myself, I'll still be paying loans to you dear university? hmmmm)

Damn these injustices that really don't make me that angry but are still quite fun to be pissed off at when its wayyy past my bedtime.

What I do when I don't want to do school

The Oh-So-Scary Martha J. Story

Once upon a time there was a lovely girl named Martha J. She was born to a loving, caring family who always provided her with anything she wanted. However, she had a secret. She wasn't as perfect as she seemed. Marty was a slut. A stupid. And the devil.


When she entered the University of Illinois, she made sure to keep her secret hidden. Her poor angelic roommates Kelli and Whitney had no idea who they were living with. However, as each day passed, their suspicions grew and grew on who Marty really was. So Kelli and Whitney bravely decided they may have to do some detective work and put an end to the evilness that had overtaken their room.

You see, Kelli and Whitney had dealt with an evil monster in their room before. She was one of those ghouls who slept with their eyes open and talked behind your back. But Kelli and Whitney got rid of her. And believed they could do the same with Marty. Like I said, they were brave, brave girls.


Before Kelli and Whitney began to investigate, they decided to tell their good friend Luz their suspicions. Luz wasn't so easily convinced. Luz was a very trusting young girl who foolishly believed Marty couldn't possibly be evil. Although Luz was very shocked about this news, she encouraged Kelli and Whitney to try and get some proof.


Because Kelli and Whitney are so amazing, it didn't take long for them to discover the goods on Marty. Within a matter of minutes, these two detectives found in their bathroom solid proof that Martha was a slut!! Kelli was delighted. Whitney took pictures to show authorities.

There it was, plain as day. Marty J. is a slut.

Kelli and Whitney even discovered proof that Marty was a stupid!!! You might think this would be hard news to handle. But Whitney said "Yes!! Thumbs up, we're so smart!!" And Kelli said, "mmmmhmmmm told you so!".

Somewhere off in the distance, Martha's evil spirit was able to sense someone had discovered her secrets. Her horns emerged. The devil was awakened.

Saddened, shocked, and delighted at their smarts, Kelli and Whitney rushed back to their room to show Luz that Marty was a slut, a stupid, and a devil. Poor trusting Luz was devastated when she heard this. She really believed in Marty. How wrong she was.

Despite being warned by Kelli and Whitney, Luz decided to confront Marty and ask how she could possibly hide such terrible news. However, Martha did not react well to the discussion. Before Luz was able to react, Marty shot Luz with her devil Laser eyes.

Sadly, Marty was not nice enough to Kill Luz. Instead, she turned Luz into an evil, monstrous squirrel that would forever be haunted by her decision to befriend the devil.

You can imagine Kelli and Whitney's devastation when they discovered Luz had been turned into a squirrel. Yet they were not deterred. Whitney, with all of her genius, came up with a master plan to destroy Martha. Heck, they had gotten rid of a roommate before, couldn't they do it again? Plan Kill-Marty was now in action.

While Whitney was the brains behind the plan, Kelli was the muscles. She was a strong, angry, black girl who hated the devil. Kelli planned to attack Marty from behind and whip her death with Whitney's phone charger. (In memory of their dear friend Luz).

But Kelli should have known better. She should have known that you cannot kill the devil so easily. She should have known Marty enjoyed getting hit by Whitney's phone charger. And Kelli's brave and courageous attempt to save all of mankind resulted in horror that cannot be repeated for any to hear. All that can be said, is that Whitney found Kelli's lifeless body with her eyes completely gouged out. Poor, Poor, Kelli.

Whitney was horrified. And angered beyond all belief. It was now up to her to defeat the slutty, stupid, devil named Martha. Whitney vowed to avenge the death of Kelli and the squirrelness of Luz.

So Whitney planned to kill Marty they only way she knew how. By a public degradation ceremony. But what Whitney didn't know, was that Martha already knew this. And was waiting for Whitney to appear. Those tricky devils always know whats up.

When Whitney bravely arrived to embarrass Marty to death, Marty threw one of her horrid, devil, scary cats at Whitney's face. Authorities later provided this blog with the gruesome crime scene photos from Whitney's murder site.

Alas, this story is coming to a conclusion. And a sad one at that. Slutty, Stupid, Devil Marty was able to kill all those who she had deceived for months. And what is worse, she is out on the loose, ready to slut it up, stupid it up, and most horribly; devil it up.

SO WATCH OUT!

AND REMEMBER TO LOCK YOUR DOORS AT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gooooood Timesssss

Despite the fact that I've been insanely grumpy lately (due to stress?) I've had a GREAT past few days. Last night Kim and Nate came into town and I was able to meet up with them, Cassie (Kim's sister), Bob Gantzer, and EVEN Brady at Firehaus (sweet campus bar). I had a blast. And I discovered Long Island iced teas and Yeager bombs will really do me in. It was my first time having each and I got drunk. But the good kind. Not the sick kind. When I got home I thought everything was really funny and had the giggles alone in my bed in the dark while Kelli and MJ were trying to fall asleep. Sorry guys!

But last night was so much fun. It was so good to see my brothers and Kim and even Bob (although he got trashed). It feels like I don't see them enough. In fact, last night was up there on my list of favorite Champaign-Urbana nights this year. Although it faces stiff competition with the night I fell 5 times in public when I went out with the girls. Yikes.

Thursday night was also a great night. I got to see a new Grey's Anatomy AND MJ, Luz, Shubbu, and I found our apartment for this summer!! Somehow we're managing to sublease a "luxury apartment" for only $600 for the entire summer. The girls that live there now pay over $500 a month. Yea to good deals and Shubbu's excellent bartering skills! These are some pictures I got off the Internet of the summer apartment....You can only slightly get the idea of its badassness. It will be so much cuter when we decorate it.

The outside- Beautiful, yes?

Our floorplan. My bedroom is the top left hand corner, next to the balcony. Which has a view of Green Street!!
Schmancy! Recessed lighting, new appliances, pretty furniture.
Bedrooms look much better decorated.
Ditto for bathroom

And that's just a teaser for you. You can bet your ass when we move in there will be pictures left and right on my blog.

And not to discriminate against our Fall apartment I will include pictures of it as well. Its no luxury apartment by any means, but its twice the size of our Summer apartment. And half the cost (compared to regular yearly price). We are lucky duckies. And yes, I did just say that.

Floorplan for Fall Apartment. When I say its twice the size of our summer apartment I mean it. The Bedrooms are HUGE!!

Here you can see one of our FOUR screendoors each with a balcony. And our pretty courtyard.

You can start to get an idea of the bedroom size. (side note: Why do guys suck at decorating so much?)

These are really the only good pictures we have of our Fall Home. We forgot to take any of living/dining/kitchen area. Oh well, they'll be up as soon as I move in.

So this might have been a pointless entry. I think I just wanted to brag. And to put off this 15 page paper I have to write. Sigh. I suppose its time to write it...Shubbu and Luz are threatening me.
So Long!

And pretty soon I'll be in a casket

I should be studying, I should be writing a paper, I should be doing something.
In fact, I have an 8 page research paper due tomorrow that I have yet to start. And its 11:40pm. But I'm pretty sure I won't be doing any paper writing tonight. Lucky for me, I have a free late assignment pass to use... so I can turn in the paper a week from tomorrow. Maybe not my smartest decision, since I also get to work on a 15 page paper AND a 10 page paper this weekend.
Seriously its like the semester of papers for me. And they're all hard. Hard, Hard, Hard. My brain hurts when I think about them. They make me want to drink.

Speaking of drinking, MJ turns 21 June 1st. That means a summer of legal fun (for one of us). And a stocked alcohol cabinet in our apartment.

It's pretty unbelievable that I will be turning 21 in a few months as well. When did I get so old? That means in a year from now I'll almost be 22. 22!!! That seems SO old to me. I remember being a little elementary school girl, drawing pictures of myself for an autobiography of where I would be in life when I was 21/22. And I thought I was going to be quite the grown up. But I'm not and I definitely don't see myself being one anytime soon.

It seems that all of a sudden not only am I getting old, but everyone around me is too. Just this past fall I went through a pretty life changing moment when my brother got married. Something about having your sibling walk down the isle changes where you are, or supposed to be in your own life. It makes you take a deep look at yourself and attempt to understand where your life should be heading. It wasn't surprising that Nate got married when he did, it just was surprising that my brother was old enough to get married. When did this happen!? When did we become adults? But Nate and Kim's wedding day has been one of the best days of my entire life, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I guess part of the reason it was so easy to accept was not only because I love Kim to death, but because I always thought of Nate as so much more mature, smarter, and adult-like than myself. Nate was always the brother I looked up to so much and wanted to be like. He was my oldest brother, the one who would protect me and who I could always strive to emulate.

And while I always looked up to Brady and thought the world of him as well, he was more of a buddy to me than a role model (partly because of our close age). And I think this has everything to do with my shock of him getting married. Because if Brady is old enough to get married; the immature, playful, friend of mine, then there is simply no denying that I too, am getting OLD.

Scary. Suddenly I'm going to be a girl with TWO married brothers. TWO sister-in-laws. (which I am quite excited about, I've been looking forward to that for ages...watching your brothers play every sport and being violent in every way, was only entertaining for a very short while). And all of a sudden people are going to be looking at me as the only one left to be unmarried. I'll be the last un-wed Cummins. Not that the marrying part scares me, I know I've found the guy I'm going to marry. It's just incredibly odd knowing that people will associate you in that way. WE-IRD. I can guarantee right now that at least three people will ask me after Brady's wedding, "So when are you going to get married? It's your turn next." That's one of those really really annoying questions in my opinion. I don't feel pressured to marry Kyle anytime remotely soon, because we will do it when we're fricking ready. So I think I should give some really unexpected answer like, "Actually in a few months, I'm pregnant...Just DON'T tell my mom" or "I don't believe in marriage, it degrades women and makes them submissive to the male-dominated society we live in". And that should shut them up.

But honestly, I'm so happy for both of my brothers. I'm so happy they get to be at this point in their lives. It is a little sad though. It's sad to know we're really grown-ups. Its sad to know that it will never just be the three of us again. I have so many great memories from childhood with my two big brothers. But alas, growing up happens. And we'll all die too.

So enjoy life!

money, money, money, mo-oney, MONEY!!

Bad Day.

And sick of my money hungry University

"Oh, you need $12,000?...sure let me just pull that out of my back pocket, it's not like my family and I have anything else to pay for"

College is a ripoff...way, WAY to expensive

And thats why my kids aren't going, they can work at McDonald's

Its nothing to be ashamed of...they sell some high quality goods - I do enjoy Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuts

And to make myself feel a little better, I'm listing things that I'm currently very thankful for:

- Those two chocoloate chunk cookies that Luz just bought me....DELICIOUS!!

- My fish Chi Chi is still alive, although he was found floating upside down this weekend

- America's Next Top Model...the re-run I watched tonight really cheered me up

- The fact that Chicago won the bid for the 2016 summer Olympics...GO MIDWEST!! (holy crap, I'm going to be 30 when that happens!!!!!!)

- My new Lucky perfume, it smells F-ing good

-That darn Perez Hilton website which I'm so dang obssessed with. The combination of the insults, gossip, and gayness just make me laugh and laugh

- And finally this: (speaking of money)

http://sjl.funnyordie.com//v1/landing.php

Almost there......

Sniggity Snap!!!!

Two and half weeks left of classes, one week of Finals

Then its Summer!!!!!!

Its a Love/Hate Thing

We all have those outrageous things that we just love and hate for some odd reason. Those things that make us feel so happy, or annoy us to no end. Here's a list of a few of mine:






LOVE #1

Snuggle Bear. How cute is he!! I always liked when he would fall from the sky onto the pile of soft sheets. I bet he smells good and is very sweet and friendly. This is one bear I would love to snuggle with....

LOVE #2

Pictures of old movie stars who are not only gorgeous but remind me of how I should dress, style, and be.

Audrey Hepburn:

Classic

Simple

Elegant

Grace Kelly:

Beautiful

Classy

Feminine

Marilyn Monroe:

Bombshell

Sexy

Daring

LOVE #3

Daniel Cook, He has this show on the Disney Channel called "This is Daniel Cook" where he does amazing things that most kids never get to do like rock climbing, making food, skiing, whale watching, and breakdancing. Plus, he's so cute and bright and articulate for a child. My roommate Kelli hates him but only because she is a wannabe child actor and is very jealous of him. I also just have a general soft spot for red heads and red headed children. (Crossed fingers for Nate and Kim's kids)




HATED #1

Ewww. This girl (Tatiana from cycle 4 ANTM) represents everything I hate in a girl's face. She looks white-trashy to me. She looks like when she opens her mouth there will be missing teeth, smelly breath, and twangy/ignorant speech. I just absolutely hate girls that look white trashy. I don't know what it is...she just has a scrunched up rat face and it one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. Good lord girl, get some surgery or go move to rural Mississippi. (yes, I know she can't help it and I'm being horribly mean...but at least I'm honest)

HATED #2

Ummm....NO. Girls that wear UGG boots with mini skirts need to be locked up unless they have the valid excuse of only having a 2nd grade education. Because anyone over 7 could tell you this makes absolutely no sense. I'm sorry, if its cold enough to wear boots then why are you wearing a skirt?? And if its summer why, why, why would you wear warm, furry, boots??? Next time I see a girl on the quad doing this I'm going to blow chunks on her uncovered legs and stupid boots.

HATED #3

Luckily for me, I couldn't get this picture any larger because if I was able to...I might have begun gagging. I HATE Imitation Crab Meat. I HATE the concept of it. Imitation?? Do you really want to eat something which is labeled as imitation? So if its not real Crab Meat what is it? Mushed up fish guts and whale piss? Yuck. I also HATE the way people eat it. Especially Kyle. He buys an entire package and slurps it up. Literally slurps it. It makes me sick to my stomach. SicK.

HATED #4

Transition Lenses. STUPID. Since when did protecting our eyes from the sun become so important? And lets just look at the picture to further my argument. Picture of woman with regular glasses: She looks fine, cute glasses! Furthest picture from us when they turn fully dark: Ok I guess....if you go for the whole tiny sunglasses things. Middle picture: I have a HUGE problem with this. Because how many times since these were invented have you seen people in public where the lighting doesn't allow their glasses to go fully light or fully dark. So their stuck with this stupid look. I hate it. It looks stupid and makes the person look like a deutsh bag.

And those are just a few and a taste of my the way my mind works.

Till next time...

And They Say She's Sweet as Sugar

The description I most hear about my personality is that I'm "so sweet". I don't know exactly what I do that makes me that way, but supposedly I am. And its generally a trait I would use to describe myself. However, I'm beginning to think its not always such a good thing to be. Only because I have a hard time turning the sweet off and the bitch on. Sometimes I think I'm too nice.

Take last night for example. Now, I do understand that as a waitress you're supposed to be polite. Even when people are jerks. But I can only handle so much shit from customers. It really annoys me when people at restaurants get angry at their waitresses/waiter. Unless the restaurant is extremely slow, or your server is extremely rude, people need to learn how to be more understanding! I mean duh, common sense should tell you that your waitress WANTS to do a good job with your table. Why would she intentionally suck when she WANTS a good tip. Restaurants get incredibly busy and stressful sometimes, and WE DO OUR BEST. There is no reason I would ever NOT do something for my tables. I'm working for a reason, I want to make as much money as possible, so if I mess up, DON'T be an ass about it.

So I had this table of 9 last night. 9 old people which always generally sucks because old people are picky and shitty tippers. When I go to take their orders, one woman asks for something to put their cracker wrappers in (those generic plain/garlic/onion 3" cracker sticks). So I plan to get it for her when I'm grabbing their drinks. However, I forget. Most likely because I was concerned with making their three iced teas, two coffees, pouring a glass of wine, and getting pop. While worrying about my other tables.
So as I hand them their drinks, the woman bitchily says "I asked for a THING TO PUT MY WRAPPERS IN" And I apologized and told her I would be right out with it. As I'm walking away I hear her talking shit about me to the table. So I come back with a basket (which seems worthy of trash to me) and hand it to her. She then yells, "WHAT IS THIS!! I ASKED FOR A SAUCER TO PUT THE STUFF IN (uh...you never said saucer)...WHY WOULD I WANT THIS! THREE TIMES NOW! THREE TIMES YOU'VE COME BACK...GET ME MY SAUCER!!!!!" Ok, I say even though I'm getting really angry, and immediately come back with a plate for her. She then proceeds to turn around look me in the face and yell "ITS ABOUT TIME, WAS THAT SO HARD??!! (upon seeing that there was only one plate) WHY WOULD YOU ONLY BRING ONE, DO YOU THINK I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO NEEDS A PLATE! WHAT ABOUT OUR OTHER TRASH. WHERE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT THAT" GEESH, USE YOUR BRAIN" And now I'm pissed, but I politely turn to the others at the table and ask who needs a plate. No one wants one (see bitch!).
To make matters worse, the table behind them is brought appetizer plates by their waitress. Bitchy old lady sees this and sneers at me "SEE, THEIR WAITRESS BRINGS THEM PLATES" I should have snapped at her, or said something, but instead I tried to calmly explain, No ma'am, those are appetizer plates that we give before appetizers. She then cried (pointing to the crackers) "THESE ARE APPETIZERS, CANT YOU SEE THAT". no, no they are not appetizers dumb fuck. At that point I had to leave because I was on the verge of tears from frustration, and the fact that I just COULDN'T make myself say anything mean.

I do understand that I was her waitress and its not my place to be rude. But she was being incredibly demeaning and talking down to me like I was a 5 year old in front of a huge group of people. These people were all very old, and I'm sure she was senile to a degree. But it was still so frustrating and its times like those I wish I was able to just be a bitch.

This is always the way I've been though. And probably the way I'll always be. When I was a little girl and would get candy from school or somewhere else (not strangers) I would always bring it home to share with "my boys" (my brothers). And that's just how things work in my mind. I'm a pleaser, and I'll always try to make others happy before myself.

This has worn on me though and I know many of my past issues can be related to my inability to express my emotions in the right kind of way. I usually let things build up and up until I snap. When I say snap however, I am referring to some kind of stress or emotional buildup that when I snap usually constitutes as sobbing tears. I've only had a few moments where I've actually allowed anger to build up in me so much, that I snap from rage.

One entertaining example of this happened when I was probably in my early, early teens and it must have been around dinner time because the family was in the kitchen. My dad was doing something, I don't quite remember, Nate was in his usual kitchen table chair, and Brady was teasing me and picking on me. The things he was saying were really getting to me and I could feel my blood boiling. Something he said, and to this day I don't remember what, made me snap. It felt like an explosion went off in my head and it all I could see was red. I remember screaming at Brady "DON'T YOU EEEEVVVVERRR SAY ANYTHINGGGGG LIKE THAT TO MEEEE AGAIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!" As I proceeded to grab him by the collar of his shirt, twist his shirt until I had a firm grip, and then literally threw and held him up against our kitchen cabinets. I probably would have started throwing punches but my dad started yelling and pulled me off Brady. All the while Nate was laughing hysterically from his chair. I doubt my brothers or dad even remember this episode. But it is so clear to me because I felt like a maniac who was out of control for a brief moment. And that is kind of scary.

So not to worry you but I might be one of those women murderers who kill by temporary insanity one day.

Well probably not, but I do need to work on letting my emotions out better and not always worry about others before myself. But I can still be sweet. I want to be one of those girls who are sweet, but can be a bitch and stand up for themselves when the time calls for it. And I'm getting better at this. Just obviously not with old senile hags.

And I apologize for the length of this. (ooo, welp, there I go again) In case you haven't noticed, I'm a very wordy, long-winded writer so expect to see very few short entries from me. I think I will write a novel one day, one of those annoying 1000 pagers.

And for now....that's all, tootles!

Isn't she a beauty?

Woohoo!! It's finished!!

Congrats Dave, Kyle, and Doug!!

Seriously, I may not be the biggest racing fan, but these past few months I've been getting really excited for these boys and am so happy that they get to do something they love. And lets face it, we would probably would win more races if I was the one driving, but I'm sure Doug and Kyle will do their best. :)

GOOD LUCK!!!! & It looks great!

I Don't Wanna Grow Up.....oh....wait.....

I love college; I love getting to spend 24/7 with my best friends who always make me laugh, I love being able to be sloppily dressed and have it be perfectly acceptable, I love staying up late and drinking and doing ridiculous things. BUT I do not enjoy the tests, homework, papers, finals, and projects (aka mass amounts of stress) that go along with college. One of me and my friends' favorite sayings goes something like "homework is really fucking up college".

Sometimes I just look forward to the day when I can have a full time job and then come home for the night just to relax. Sure there will be dishes, laundry, and a house to keep up, but at least you'll know you have a weekend free of all of those icky school papers and such. I'm sure you graduates will say I should be happy I'm not out in the real world yet. And I am.... part of me doesn't ever want to leave this environment. But a big part of me is ready to grow up and have no more fricking stupid coursework.

The only reason I'm complaining about this is because its Easter Sunday night and I'm stuck studying for a History test. I'd really love to be relaxing or doing something semi-fun, but instead I have the privilege of knowing I get to study late into the night. Yippee!

Other than today though, I had a swell weekend. Kyle came down to visit on Friday which made me very very happy. Even though we're both really good at handling the long distance thing, its still so nice to have a few days with him. Although when he left this morning, I was a little sadder than usual. I think its because its starting to hit me that I wont get to see him this summer, next summer, and very much in the school years between since the parentals are moving. All the same, we still had a blast. His visits pretty much consist of us watching movies and eating food. And I was able to give him my very secret present of a t-shirt I made him (our RA likes the floor to do little "artsy" activities). I made him a really tight white tee with a picture of his race car on it. Under the car it says "My heart races for Whitney". Disgusting? I know!! It was a joke and I just wanted to see his face when I gave it to him. But I think he actually liked it which is weird. Anyway, I'll have some sweet pics of that pretty soon.

Other than these minor occurrences it seems nothing major is happening in my life right now. But since I talked about my friends I've decided to post (for those of you who don't have facebook and can't stalk me) some favorite pictures of us.

And just for reference: The little black girl is Kelli (roommate of past two years, and next year), Taller strawberry-blonde is Marty (roommate this year, this summer, and next year), The asian-looking but Mexican girl is Luz (current next door neighbor, roommate this summer), and the photogenic Indian girl is Shubbu (current next door neighbor, roommate this summer)

And yes...It was essential that I list everyone's race because its funny and confirms the fact that we do indeed represent the color of friendship.

I know, the order and position of these pictures suck, I'm still figuring it out, SO DEAL!! :)