"A blog worthy event"

The Nike 6.0 Delorean (oohhh, ahhh)

Well, after 5 months in hiding, I have decided to return to my blog. On Thanksgiving day, my Grandfather asked me why I hadn't written in so long. I thought about it for a moment, and my response to him was, "well my life has been pretty boring lately, I guess I don't really have anything to write about." He told me that he missed my blog and enjoyed reading it, and I told him that I would attempt to write more than every 5 months. Later on that night....a blog worthy event took place. It was like a light bulb went on and I said to myself, "Self, you HAVE to write a blog about this!" So here goes....

Thursday evening after all of the family Thanksgiving festivities had ended, I went to spend sometime with my boyfriend(new word to my blog dictionary, haha). Anyway, he mentioned to me that he really wanted to try to get a limited edition pair of Nike Shoes...specifically, the Nike 6.0 Delorean. The shoe is based on the movie, "Back to the Future," and only 1000 pairs were made. Now, mind you, I have never seen the movie "Back to the Future," so I made my best effort to appear interested and sympathetic to my boyfriend for why he wanted these shoes. At midnight he attempted to buy the shoes from Nike.com, only to find them sold out by the time he had entered his credit card information. What a bummer, right? I told him if he was really serious about buying the shoes at midnight he should have already created an account, set up his credit card info and then he would have been ready to click "buy" right at the stroke of midnight. Obviously this advice was a little too late. So, me being the nice, generous, caring, and loving person that I am, I looked at him and said, "Well do you want to go to Coastal Edge and wait in line for them?" ( Back story- Coastal Edge is one of 5 stores on the East Coast to receive the coveted Nike 6.0 Delorean, and they opened on Fri morning at 4am.) So we sat in his living room going back and forth between deciding to go get the shoes, then deciding we should just call it a night, then deciding we should call Coastal Edge, and then finally deciding that we should go wait for the store to open.

We left the boyfriend's house around 12:30, made a run by 7-11 for snacks and gossip magazines (for me, of course) and then made our way to the Coastal Edge store in Virginia Beach. Now, I'm sure for those of you who know me really well, you're still trying to figure out why in the world I would agree to go out and wait for 3 plus hours for something that I don't even want or care about. I know, it does sound a little crazy. But the look on his face when he saw that the shoes were sold out on line was like a small child finding out that he was adopted. (Not really that bad, but you get the point). So I said yes, even though I was sick, and tired, and still practically in a food coma from earlier in the day. Anyway, back to the story. So we got out or chairs and blankets and set up shop outside of Coastal Edge in Virginia Beach. Things were going well, it was a mild night, I had People mag to read and boyfriend was watching a movie on his phone. Then, after about an hour of sitting there, he turns to me and says, "I think this is the wrong Coastal Edge." My response, "What do you mean this is the wrong Coastal Edge?" His response, "Their facebook page says that only the Coastal Edge in Chesapeake has the shoes."

Fantastic.

So, we pack up our stuff and make the 30 minute drive to the Coastal Edge in Chesapeake. No big deal right? Another hour passes and the boyfriend realizes that his car battery is dead from leaving the key turned toward us and the lights on. Seriously? At this point I'm starting to get concerned. We are sitting in a dark, mostly deserted parking lot with no way to get anywhere, and the store doesn't open for another hour. Luckily, a near by car had jumper cables and we were able to get the battery working again. Finally, at 3:30 we get out of the car and wait outside of Macy's for the doors to open. (We had to go through Macy's to get to Coastal Edge). And I just want to say, if it hadn't been for me knowing every mall in the area like the back of my hand, we might not have made it there as fast as we did. Because you better believe when the sales lady opened those doors I was busting through them and sprinting for Coastal Edge. There was no way that I was going to go through all of this with no Nike Delorean shoes to show for it.

So we get to Coastal Edge and find every teeny bopper in town waiting at the door. At this moment I think to myself, "Oh my gosh, if these kids who weren't even born when Back to the Future came out get these shoes over my grown, adult Boyfriend, he is going to freak." Luckily, all the kids were there for the free giftcard and not the shoes. So I bolted for the first sales girl I could find and asked her if they had the shoes. Her response, "Well, actually we do have them, but just not in the store." My response, "So then you really don't have them?" Her response, "Well we will be getting them in, we just don't know when." My response, "Ok, well can we reserve a size 12?" Her response, "Actually we are only getting in a size 8 and 9." REALLY??????

Seconds later, boyfriend walks up and sees me talking with sales girl. I tell him they only have an 8 and a 9. His sad, I just found out I was adopted face returns. The sales girl convinces him to pay for the size 9 and she will call him when they come in. I tell him I wouldn't pay for a shoe that isn't even in the store. Sounds sketchy right? So we pay for the shoes, get our gift card, browse around and leave by 4:30. On the way home boyfriend has to listen to me going on and on about how "Putting something on the Coastal Edge facebook page about having the shoes is essentially false advertising when you really don't have the shoes, and you better believe I am going to write them a nasty facebook comment." Boyfriend tells me that writing a comment won't help anything but I say it will make me feel better. I still haven't written the comment, but I am strongly considering it.


Saturday afternoon boyfriend gets a call from the store saying the shoes have arrived. I find myself kind of surprised that the shoes actually exist at this point. So boyfriend picks up the shoes and brings them home. He can't wear them since they are 3 sizes too small, so they are just sitting in the box in his living room. His idea is that he will sell the shoes on Ebay, and then buy the shoes in the correct size with the money he makes from selling the other ones. Pretty smart, right? The crazy thing is, out of the 1000 pairs sold, over 100 are already being re-sold online. There is just something wrong about that if you ask me.

So there it is, my blog worthy story. Overall it was a fun night and a memorable experience to say the least. Boyfriend is happy that he has 1 out of 1000 pairs of "limited edition" shoes, and I am just happy that he's happy. Hopefully you find it as humorous as I did. I promise I will attempt to write more frequently, but only when something "blog worthy happens". Until next time....

Woah- Over a month since my last post!

I KNOW I am WAY over due for a post. To say that I have been busy lately would be the understatement of the year! I started my new job on May 3 and I have been working my butt off! But I am LOVING every minute of my job! I am excited to get up and go to work everyday and I feel like I am making a difference. I will share more exciting work stuff later, but for now, all is well on the job front.

In other news, I am SO looking forward to this weekend. I absolutely cannot wait to see my wonderful, amazing BFF who I haven't seen in over 2 months! It's been way too long! We are going to spend an awesome weekend in Virginia Beach. YAY!!

Other than that, life is good. No boys. No drama. Pure simplicity. And that's alright with me. : )

Currently OBSESSED with this song "Falling Slowly," and I figured out how to post the music video and lyrics into my blog!! Impressive, I know.




Lyrics | Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly lyrics

My Playlist

I'm a big fan of music. For as long as I can remember, I've been using song lyrics to explain my life when I'm at a loss for words. There is something so powerful behind the lyrics of a song, that touches you deep down and you just have to say, "That is exactly how I feel." It's like music is a long lost friend that always knows what to say when you run into him after being away for a long time. And yes, music is a him.

Music heals. Music saves. But most of all for me, Music keeps my memories alive.

I made this playlist the other day to listen to when I fall asleep at night. Just wanted to share.

Sleep Mix

1. The Scientist- Cold Play
2. Everything- Lifehouse
3. Hear You Me- Jimmy Eat World
4. Motorcycle Driveby- Third Eye Blind
5. Soco Amaretto Lime- Brand New
6. So Impossible- Dashboard
7. I'll Catch You- Get Up Kids
8. I will follow you into the dark- Death Cab
9. Sunday Drive- Early November
10. Play Crack the Sky- Brand New
11. Come on Get Higher- Matt Nathenson

Time For Some Updates!

Last time I wrote I was talking about what a creeper I am. Haha. Anywho, I have a ton of stuff to fill you guys in on! Although if you actually know me, most of the stuff I have to share probably won't be much of a surprise. And if you don't know me, and you're reading this, well then you my friend, are a creeper too. : )

First off, I am pleased to announce that I will starting a new job on May 3rd! I will be the Family Programs Director for the YMCA in Great Bridge. I am SUPER excited about this job! I am also extremely lucky that things worked out the way they did. I interviewed for this job back in September and didn't get it. But in a way, I am glad I didn't get it then because I wasn't ready for it. But now, after working at the YMCA for almost a year, I can honestly say that I LOVE this job and I love working with kids and families and making a difference in people's lives. (Awwwwwwww).

I know I've always believed in the saying, "Everything happens for a reason," but it's moments like this that really make me think, wow, maybe I do have a purpose in life! For so long I felt like I was just living day to day, going through the motions, working a 9-5 job just because that's what people do in the real world...

BUT NOT ME. Two weeks ago I made a very difficult decision to put in my two weeks notice at my job that I had only worked at for a month. Needless to say I was terrified! For ten months I had been searching and searching to find a job, and then when I finally had one, I decided to quit it for a different job. I know the YMCA job is the right choice for me, but it is a HUGE commitment. I will be working 50+ hours a week, some weekends, and some holidays. But the weird thing is, that doesn't bother me. And THAT is how I know that I really love what I'm doing. If I could give any advice about what I've learned over the past few months it would be this: Life is too short to spend your time being unhappy. You can choose to be unhappy with your job/relationships/body/ etc. or you can choose to change it! Taking a risk is scary, but you risk more by not taking one. I chose to follow my heart and do what makes me happy. I can only wish the same for everyone else reading this.


That's the main announcement for today's blog, now I just have a short story to share. This past Saturday I was out at a friend's place hanging out with a few people. For some reason, the topic of "why I'm still single" always seems to come up when I'm around people with boyfriends/husbands. The conversation goes something like this:

Friend: "Lauren, you are so beautiful and confident and smart! You must have tons of guys trying to date you." (yes, this was the actual statement, I'm not making this up)

Me: (Laughs hysterically at the hilarious statement just made) "Well, this might come as a shocker, but there are actually no guys trying to date me."

Friend: "Oh my gosh, why is that? You know what I think, I think its because you are beautiful AND confident, and that scares guys off."

Me: "Yea, that must be it."

So the point of the story, or more like the question of the story, why am I still single? If someone has the answer please let me know. haha. But seriously, here's why I'm single. I'll try to keep it short and not rant.

I'm picky. I know what I like and what I don't like. I judge guys on their shoes. I don't date smokers. I fall for guys who pay me absolutely no attention and I ignore the perfectly good guy standing in front of me. I'm impatient. I don't like playing games. I'm honest. If I like you I will tell you, and so far that hasn't really worked out too well. I'm outspoken, opinionated, and if you don't believe in yourself then I certainly won't believe in you either. I'm a whiner. I'm selfish and lazy which is a terrible combination. I want a guy who takes control. THAT is sexy. I want someone who stands beside me, and supports me and what I'm about.

But I'm pretty sure this guy is either taken, gay, or currently living on a different planet.

So until Mr. Right comes along, I'll proudly blare "Single Ladies" as my anthem and enjoy meeting all the Mr. Wrongs Virginia has to offer.

"Suppose" Secondhand Seranade

Suppose that I missed you
Suppose that I cared
And suppose that I've spent all my nights running scared
And suppose that I was never there

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too

Suppose we were happy, suppose it was true
And suppose there were cold nights
But we somehow made it through
And suppose that I'm nothing without you

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too

Slow way down
This breakdown's eating me alive
And I'm tired
And this fight is fighting to survive

Tell me a secret
(I want it)
Tell me a story
(I need it )
I'll listen attentively
I'll stay awake all night

Allow me to whisper
(So softly)
There's nothing I did mean
(Please help me)
But it's in my body, it's strong enough to fight
(Let's make this right)
Please help me make this right

Suppose that I was wrong
Suppose you were here
And suppose that I reached out and caught your tears
And suppose this fight just disappeared

And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming
Of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you, so I guess I feel lonely too
But I'd rather be here with you

You may say that I'm a creeper, but I'm not the only one...

It's Sunday night. I'm tired, sunburned and a little dehydrated after the events of the weekend. I'm sitting here on the couch, watching Phil Mickelson break down each one of his shots for ESPN reporters, and I am deep in thought. Some of my best thinking happens on Sunday night. I reflect on the week prior and the events of the weekend. I think about the things that went well during the week, and the things that went not so well. Regardless, this week is almost gone and soon it will be time to start another. I learned a few things this weekend, and I mainly have my younger sister to thank.

Last night I attended a housewarming party for one of my co-workers who lives in Virginia Beach. My sister was nice enough to drive out and pick me up around midnight, since I was in no condition to drive. She patiently waited for me to finish the game I was playing, and then she carted me home. What a loving sister, right? This morning when I woke up, my sister and I began discussing the events of the night before. In a very blunt manner, she looked at me and said, "You were a creeper last night." If only I had a dollar for every time someone told me that. Ha! So I laughed it off, and then she said, "No really, you were like interrogating this guy and rubbing the top of his head." (I mean, I thought he acted like he liked it at the time). But looking back, yes, that is a little creepy. I also preceded to tell him that he would look hot in anything that he put on (which I still firmly believe), and I grilled him on everything from his favorite type of music, to his job, to his birthday, to where he lived. (And yes, he answered all of my questions in a satisfactory manner. I think he liked that I showed such an interest in getting to know him. Or not.)

So blog readers, I have decided to accept the reality that is my life and proudly say, I am a creeper. I want to know things about people. I ask questions, and I want answers. And while I take partial credit for my behavior, I blame 76% of the problem on modern technology. Facebook, myspace, twitter, etc. It encourages us to be CREEPY!! People put their personal information on a web page and expect other people not to look at it? I think not. We are all creepers, so more than others. Some might choose to deny their creepiness, but I choose to embrace it. I am an open book. I have nothing to hide. And I honestly think if more people took that approach, there would be less "creepiness" involved and more of a general interest to learn more about our neighbors, classmates, co-workers, etc. I am thankful I have my sister to remind me of my not so graceful moments. And I firmly believe, that one day, I will meet a guy who is comfortable with my creepiness, and accepts me for who I am, head rubbing and FBI style interrogating and all. Until then, cheers to creepers everywhere!

Now, moving on. For those of you who don't know, I am a whiner. I complain about almost everything. But luckily I have a best friend who complains just as much, if not more than I do. (Love you!) We get along so well because we both whine to one another and humor each other no matter how silly the whining may be. So, since my best friend is currently 200 miles away, I have decided to take my whining to the blog ( for tonight anyway). So here it goes. I am TIRED of logging on to facebook, only to read about lovestruck couples declaring their love for one another on each other's facebook wall, homepage, mini-feed, photo album, hot air balloon ride, etc. I am happy for you that after dating for 2 months you have found your "soul mate" and want the world to know. I mean honestly, I don't want to read about this but you really make it impossible for me not to. Call me jealous, I don't care. Call me a hater, I'll smile and wave at you. This is not directed to anyone in particular. If you are my friend and you are happy and in love, then I am happy for you. I am not however, happy to have to read about the events of your day on an hourly basis, and watch you count down via facebook status until the next time you can see your true love. (I just threw up in my mouth a little). Maybe I am jaded towards love and will never feel the way I did when I was a love struck teenager with stars in my eyes. Does that make me sad? Sure it does. But that still doesn't mean that I have to tolerate you blowing up my homepage on facebook. I will de-friend you. Don't push me.

(End of whiny rant).

Lastly, I just have a general statement to make. A guy in a relationship is 10 times more desirable than when he is just a plain old single guy. WHY IS THIS?? Maybe it's the fact that he is able to commit to one person for an extended period of time, and doesn't mind seeming like less of a man for sitting through chick flicks and going to wine tasting events. Whatever it is, Mr. "In a Relationship" goes from a 6 to an 8 on my "I want you" scale. But I just want to make this clear: if you were to magically become single again, I'm 90% sure that I wouldn't want you anymore. So just stay in your happy, committed relationship, and I will find someone else to want. That's all. : )

My Bucket List

I know I'm probably a little premature in making a bucket list, but I can't help but think of all the things I've never done and really want to do. Now, bear with me, I'm bored at work and this list is coming right off the top of my head. I want to write this list now, and then come back in a few months and re-evaluate my ideas to see if they are still the same.

Just last week two of my friends had family members pass away. One of my friends lost her father at the hands of a wreckless, drunk driver. Moments like that really make me stop and think. Our time here is not guaranteed. We don't automatically get a certain number of years to live. We don't even know if we get tomorrow. So here's my bucket list ( what I have so far). And yes, I know some of the things on my list are silly, but it's MY list so I can do what I want. : )

Bucket List

Stay up all night and watch the sunrise
Meet the President
Go scuba diving in the Bahamas
Run a marathon
Audition for a reality show
Save a life with a few kind words
Write a book
Adopt a child
Donate bone marrow
Go to an NFL game
Meet Lady Gaga
See the West Coast
Get a passport (and use it)
Tell ***** I miss him (Come on, I can't tell you everything)
Pay for a stranger's groceries and walk away
Create a suicide prevention foundation in honor of my Aunt Jackie
Help my grandma forgive herself
Find a way to show my mom how thankful I am for everything she's done
Fall in love at first sight (even if it only lasts a day)

"Nobody likes you when you're 23"

"Oh wait, but I'm 23."

These were my exact words this past weekend when the Blink 182 song, "What's My Age Again," came on at the bar in DC. I stood there at the bar with my vodka/tonic in hand, trying to process the fact that the song I used to sing when I was 16 is now a song about ME!! Well, not literally, but still, where did those 7 years go? Needless to say I had an emotional moment in the bar with my best friend and we reflected on how fast time goes by and how it seems like just yesterday we were meeting for the first time in our dorm freshman year. Oh, the memories.

I know all of you have been anxiously waiting to hear how my magical weekend with Chelsea Handler went. I am pleased to say that I MET CHELSEA HANDLER AND HAD AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION WITH HER!!! (Insert excessive excitement here). Here is how the conversation went:

Me: "Oh my god, I seriously love you. I want to be you, like seriously."
Chelsea: "Haha, well thanks for loving me. Keep loving me!"
Me: "Okay I will. I also want to work for you one day. And I'll see you at your show tonight."
Chelsea: "Okay, next."
(just kidding, she didn't respond after I said that because there were 200 people waiting behind me)



Also, everyone should be very proud that I figured out how to upload a picture to my blog!! This is a picture of me and Chelsea. As you can see, we are clearly in an intense conversation!

I would have to say that meeting Chelsea was probably the best 10 seconds of my life so far. I almost cried when I actually stood face to face with her. It almost didn't seem real. It's weird watching someone on TV every night, reading their books, and wondering what it would be like to meet them someday. And then that day comes and it makes the world seem a little bit more connected and for a minute, celebrities actually feel like normal people. I really respect her for taking the time to sign 500 plus books and talk with everyone. MAD PROPS TO YOU CHELSEA!! And yes, I will always love you. : )

Overall my weekend in DC was a success. I got to see my best friend and spend quality time complaining about boys and why they are so dumb. (No offense guys). I also ran into an old friend this weekend who reminded me what I used to be like before "being grown up" got in the way. He reminded me that sometimes it's okay to be careless and a little reckless (as long as no one gets seriously hurt.) Everyone needs to be reminded of that once in a while. I mean, we can't be serious all the time, right?

Back the the Blink 182 song- I seriously can't believe I am 23. I mean, I guess I can believe it because I celebrated my birthday about a month ago. When I was 16, 23 just seemed so old and so far away. It feels like I just blinked and a song that I once jammed out to in my bedroom is about my life now. But I have to say, for being 23, I'm still feeling pretty young and having a great time being just a little bit reckless. So, thanks. :)

Something In the Air?

Alright, maybe it's something in the air/the water/the Chick-Fil-A salads I've been eating. I can't exactly put my finger on it, but something is making me EXTREMELY emotional and reflective these days. For example, I cry during the dumbest shows! And I never used to cry! I'm watching a 16 year old deliver a baby on tv the other day and I'm sobbing. I'm talking like loud, boo-hoo sobbing. Then I'm watching a Jessica Simpson special on VH1 about how women in other countries do crazy things to look beautiful. I'm sitting there crying watching these women starve themselves to be accepted by society. Now don't get me wrong, these shows were sad, but the fact that I was crying seemed a little of out the ordinary for me.

I know that seems like a small example, so let's get to the big picture. Lately it seems that everyone I know is dating someone, getting engaged, getting married, having babies, etc. Now, the Lauren I used to know would say, "Oh, thank God that isn't me. I have no desire to commit to anyone and settle down." But somewhere inside me something changed! I'm not saying I did a complete 180 and I spend my days at work looking for wedding rings. But there's just this feeling deep down inside of me that keeps building. And as it grows stronger it's telling me, "You do want to find someone and have someone to share things with."

Marriage is still a LONG way off for me; I am absolutely sure of that. Unless I run into Channing Tatum and he divorces his wife and proposes to me. But still, I'm starting to reconsider my theory that dating someone at this point in my life is pointless and overrated. Maybe it is worth it to try. I miss having someone like me, say nice things to me, and treat me as more than just a friend. I miss having that connection with someone and knowing that they completely get me and what I'm trying to say. THAT is a good feeling, and I miss that feeling. For a while now, I've been pushing my feelings aside. I've been saying, "Feelings, I know you are there but I just really don't want to deal with you right now." I've been living for the moment and focusing on myself. Perhaps you could say I've been selfish. I just say that I need to figure myself out before I can be with anyone else. It seems only fair to that person. So maybe I haven't completely figured myself out yet, but I'm willing to let someone in and see what happens.

It all comes down to this: When I was younger, people always used to tell me, "Enjoy it will you can because it goes by so fast." And I never knew what "it" was until now."It" represents the moments, the memories, the special times that define our lives. And lately I'm finding that those special moments don't come as easily as they used to. No one ever told me how much the "real world" sucks. I'm still trying to figure out why I was in such a hurry to get out of college and "grow up". I feel like each day is exactly like the one before. Minus the fact that I wear a different outfit and go to a different work out class depending on the day. I NEED A CHANGE!!! I need something exciting!! How can I be so young and so bored with the life I'm living?

I'm on a mission- and that is to find a life worth living, and live it to the fullest.

"Love Song for No One"

Tonight is just one of those nights that calls for John Mayer lyrics...

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeah

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

I guess you could say I've been a little MIA

Last time I updated this thing was about 20 days ago. Time really does fly! Especially when you have a real job and work 40+ hours a week. Not that I'm complaining...I'm just so grateful to have a job! After looking for 10 months, sending hundreds of resumes out, and almost losing my mind, I am happy to say that I am employed with a government contracting company in Suffolk.

Perks of the job include:
-a five minute commute with no traffic
-a Blackberry!!! (yay!)
- free lunches because my mom works 5 minutes away
-an awesome boss who is super flexible about everything
-a paycheck!! Can't forget to mention that one!

So I've been at the job almost 3 weeks now and I'd say I'm pretty settled in. Still getting used to how the office runs and all that, but overall things are off to a good start. I'm trying to be as optimistic as possible about the whole process, but I can't help but wonder what else might be out there for me. I guess there's nothing wrong with keeping your eyes open. The bottom line is, I want a job that makes me happy. I want a job that doesn't feel like work because I enjoy it that much. And I am confident that I will find that. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this year, but I know there are good things in store for me. : )

Now that I'm working and getting up at the crack of dawn, my social life has been pretty slow. I guess going to bed at 10pm every night probably doesn't help that situation. What can I say, I love sleep, and I do not like waking up feeling tired. So I am perfectly ok with being an old lady and going to bed early.

Other than that, things are good. I'll be heading up to DC next weekend to see the loves of my life (Amanda and Chelsea Handler!!) For those of you who have been living under a rock and don't know who Chelsea Handler is, please google her ASAP. It is my dream to meet her, become her new bff, and work as her assistant on her late night show "Chelsea Lately". I'll keep you posted on that after I see her this weekend! Hey, anything is possible! ;)

ATTENTION EVERYONE!!

I OFFICIALLY HAVE A JOB!!!!!!!

I start on Wednesday.

In depth details of my first day will be shared. (duh)

Stay tuned!!!! : )

Something I just realized recently...

Alright, it shouldn't be a surprise to any of my blog readers when I say that my love life is pretty much non-existent. I'm not saying this for people to pitty me, I'm simply stating the facts, and the facts are that I am as single as the girls in Beyonce's song "Single Ladies." So lately I've been thinking to myself, why is it that I'm single? I've come up with a couple of possible answers. 1) Perhaps it's because I just don't try to look for guys 2) Maybe it's because I'm overweight...in my mind at least. 3) Perhaps it's because when a guy likes me, I'm not interested in him. Then when he stops liking me, moves on to another girl, I start liking him.

I can think of two examples to prove that this is true. During my sophomore and junior years of college, I was going through a phase. I like to describe this phase as the, "I don't care about anything other than going to frat parties and drinking Franzia all night." And although these were probably my most exciting years of college, I did miss out on a few things. I can specifically remember a guy liking me during most of my sophomore year. This guy didn't go to Virginia Tech, but we had known each other for a few years. I guess you could say it wasn't that I didn't like him at the time, but he was 300 miles away and I was blinded by the frat boy Natural Light.

About two years later, things completely changed. I realized that I really did like this guy, but I was just too consumed with everything happening around me to notice. So, as luck would have it, when I told him that I liked him and wanted to be with him, he did not feel the same. Talk about bad timing. But I guess it's like they always say, if it's meant to be it will be. And in this case, it was not meant to be.

Next example. Towards the end of my "phase" during my junior year, I started hanging out with another guy who liked me. This guy did not go to Virginia Tech either, but we had gone to High School together. So, summer after junior year we hung out, went on a few dates, nothing serious. I actually worked up the courage to tell him that I liked him, but the next day I decided that I didn't. I don't know what it is, but when someone really likes me, I just get freaked out and want to go back to the beginning stage where neither of us would admit that they liked each other.

So things with this guy obviously didn't turn out that well. He felt like I was leading him on, and I felt like things were moving too fast. Luckily I was able to escape everything when I had to go back to school in August. But things didn't end there. When I came home this summer I tried to reconnect with him. But he was NOT having it. I guess it's safe to say that he was over me and had moved on. I felt pretty stupid about the whole situation, and I definitely regret not giving him a chance. My most recent attempt to hang out with him came a few weeks ago when I sent him a text message at 1am asking him to be my valentine. That's not embarrassing at all. And his response was, "Sorry someone beat you to it." Womp womp.

So what is the point in all of this? I'm not trying to make myself look cool by saying that guys like(d) me and I was too busy for them. I'm trying to say that now I'm all alone and I missed out on two great guys because I was too busy wasting my time on Mr. Frat-tastic. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not still hung up on these two guys, and sitting in my room thinking about what could have been. I just honestly wonder if I would even know "the right guy" if he was standing right in front of me. I'm really not sure...

"Let Go"

Okay, so I've been taking this Zumba class for about two weeks now, and at the end of every class we stretch to this awesome song. I thought it sounded like Britney Spears but I had never heard it before, and I am like Britney's biggest fan so I figured it couldn't be her. So I managed to memorize some of the lyrics in class, and I came home and googled them. Sure enough, the song is "Let Go" by Britney Spears. I am not kidding when I say that this is my favorite Britney Spears song EVER. But the problem is, I can't find it on Itunes or anywhere else! How can that be? So I'm attaching the lyrics and a link to a youtube video for the song because I really want to share it with you guys! And if any of you find out where I can buy this song I will love you forever!!!

Let Go- Britney Spears

It’s written everywhere
I’ve even read it in my script
But when I thought it wasn’t fair
I felt it on my lips, let go
I don’t wanna be the one
I think you already know, oh

The feeling of going down way too deep
Holding on
So you won’t lose your feet
Sometimes you just gotta trust
You gotta take that leap
And let go
Gotta let go

I’ve got a feeling
By your look you’re through
Oh no
What you’re revealing
I sit and pray
And I will pull through, oh no yeah

When you let go
Of all you’ve known
The butterflies fly
And you will see the rainbows
And all the love
Everything will be shown
So let go
Let go

The touch of grass
The air
The sun it will rise
You will see so clear
It will bring tears to your eyes
Maybe everything will be alright
So let go
You gotta let go

I’ve got a feeling
Right now
You feel it too
Oh, oh
This little song
Might be the one
That will tell us what to do
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh

These tears are overflowing
And never knowing why
All these years we’ve been
We’ve been hurting
We have to look inside
And try
To let go

You gotta let go
To love, you gotta let go
If you really wanna love
You gotta let go


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xso0Q7xEkB8&feature=related

Technology is NOT my friend

Hello, hello! For those of you who don't know, my computer broke last week and I just got it back last night. I have spent the majority of the day reloading itunes, wireless internet, anti virus software, and lets not forget digging through the storage shed in my back yard to find the Microsoft Office CD that came with my computer two years ago. I can now finally say that my computer is as good as new with everything on it working properly! Thank goodness. This past week without a computer I learned that I really don't miss not having a computer. I felt alot less stressed and didn't have nearly as many headaches as I normally do. So maybe my computer breaking was a sign.

Anyways, not too much has been going on lately. Valentine's Day came and went and I really didn't seem to notice too much. That's probably because I worked Saturday and Sunday and didn't really have time to think about the flowers and chocolates that I didn't get from the man of my dreams. Oh well, there's always next year right? And if I don't have a valentine next year I might just have to start sending myself flowers so I don't look like a loser. But who am I kidding, I pretty much look like a loser all the time anyway.

Today is exactly ONE WEEK until my birthday. I don't know why, but I have always been extremely over excited when it comes to celebrating my birthday. I think it comes from having a mom that planned an elaborate party every year since I can remember...one of my favorites being the stretch limo ride to McDonald's in first grade. So I guess I have always wanted to have a big celebration for my birthday. I mean, who wouldn't want to celebrate the day I graced this world with my presence? So this year, I am having 2 birthday parties. (Mainly to make up for the fact that last year on my birthday I was laying in bed with a broken leg while everyone else was out celebrating Fat Tuesday).

For party number one I will be having a small group of friends over to my house on Saturday to have drinks and appetizers before we go out in Norfolk. For party number two, I will be going up to Northern Virginia to visit THE love of my life and experience the night life in DC for the first time. Needless to say I am extremely excited for both parties and cannot wait until this weekend!

I'd like to end this blog with a few things that have been on my mind lately:

1. It's crazy to me that someone I never thought I would go a day without thinking about is slowing starting to fade from my life and mind all together. But I think it's for the best.

2. There is a part of me that is afraid that I will never find a love as pure and true as my first. I think subconsciously I compare every guy I meet with my first love. And I think to myself, he would never do the things that Jacob did for me. So then I wonder, why did I go and mess up our relationship in the first place. But I guess everything happens for a reason and if things were meant to work out between us they would have.

3. I will NEVER understand how girls can literally go from "I don't want a boyfriend" to up some guy's ass in a matter on weeks. I am not talking about anyone in particular, so don't freak out if you're my friend and you have a boyfriend. I'm just stating a general idea that I have about how girls are more afraid to cancel plans with a guy then they are to bail on their girl friends. And I think that's because they think the girl friends will always be there for them, where as the guy might move on and find someone else. But seriously, how pathetic does that sound? I will never, ever, change to make my life revolve around a guy.

My thoughts on exercising...a foreign word to me lately

Today I decided that it was time for me to stop sleeping in and feeling sorry for my unemployed self. I decided that it was time to stop eating pancakes covered with syrup and butter for breakfast and get back to the ever so flavorless Special K cereal. Today, I woke up early (9:30 to be exact) and went to the gym for Zumba class. (If you haven't tried it you really need to-so fun!) Going into the class, I knew it was going to be rough. I knew I was out of shape and probably going to puke at some point during the class. But when I actually started dancing and moving, I was in shock at just how out of shape I was! I seriously felt like I was 500 pounds. I looked like I was moving in slow motion compared to the rest of the class.

Looking at myself in a mirror for an entire hour of Zumba class finally made me realize that I am NOT in shape. Parts of my body were jiggling that should NOT be jiggling. My thighs looked like meat stuffed in a package that was too small...(my stretch pants). Now, I know what yall are thinking, "Oh Lauren, you are exaggerating!" "Lauren, you are so not fat!" "Lauren, you look beautiful just the way you are!" As much as I appreciate those nice comments, it's for me to face the facts. This summer I was working out 5 days a week, eating healthy and only drinking on special occasions. And let's not forget that I ran a 5k in just over 30 minutes only 10 months after breaking my leg. But then winter crept in, and I stopped running outside because it was too cold. Then there was Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and of course the annual Super Bowl party. Obviously there was no way I could go on a diet with all of these events popping up. Or at least that was my excuse anyway.

But here's the thing, I have lost my self control and I HAVE TO GET IT BACK!! I know most of yall would agree with me in this one--It's much more fun/easy to pack on the pounds then it is to take them off. And that SUCKS, but is the the TRUTH! Just today at lunch while I ate my salad from Chick-fil-a, I watched others around me in the food court scarfing down Chinese food, philly cheese steaks, and french fries. And they didn't seem to care at all that they were consuming a meal that was 99% fat. But I DO care. When I eat something bad, I feel guilty. I get upset when I skip a day of working out. But lately I've just been too lazy to do something about it. But honestly, now is the best time for me to be working out. I HAVE NO JOB!!!!!! I spend my day facebook stalking while I watch General Hospital and One Tree Hill. This has got to stop! Today I am turning over a new leaf (again). I am going to eat healthy, workout, and not drink a bottle of wine when I'm having a bad day. Maybe just half a bottle.

So blog readers, I need your support. And maybe you guys need my support too! Maybe some of you are feeling just like I am, lazy and unmotivated to change the way you look. But let's be serious, when you work out and eat healthy you look better and feel better. And there are always hot guys in the gym so that's a plus. : ) Get your sweat on!

"Gone to Carolina in my Mind"

Seven years ago, a Sunday morning to be exact, I found out that my Aunt Jackie had left this world to find happiness in the life that comes after this one. Seven years feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time. When I think of all the things I've done in seven years, it seems like a lot: graduated high school, went to college at Virginia Tech, turned 16,17,18,19,20,21 and 22, got a tattoo, graduated college, fell in love, fell out of love, made new friends, lost some old friends, lost myself in the chaos of trying to find myself, graduated college, found myself again.

I think about my Aunt Jackie all the time. I think, is she watching down over me? Do I make her proud? Have I disappointed her with the things I've done? Does she miss me? I guess I will never know the answers to these questions, but I have to think in my heart that she is watching over me everyday and loves me just as much as I love her.

When I was younger I didn't understand why she left. How could this life be so bad that she would choose to leave it all behind? Back then I didn't know what "being depressed" meant, what "feeling lost and hopeless" was. But now I do, because now I have felt those emotions. I have felt the pain that comes will feeling sad and alone. I have learned that this world is often cold and unforgiving, especially when you have no one to share it with. Not everyone is happy all the time, or most of the time for that matter. I can see now why she chose to leave. Although my Aunt Jackie was surrounded by friends and family all the time, deep down she was miserable and alone. And I never knew it. I wish I knew it. But I can't change the past, can't bring her back, can't make her see the good in life instead of the bad. But I can live my own life right, by being happy and bringing happiness to others. And even when I have bad days, I just stop and think, there is someone out there who is having a bad day way worse than mine. And I try a little harder, give a little more, and smile even when I don't want to.

I love you Aunt Jackie!
1.31.03 <3

My day(s)

Wake up
Check cell phone
Check email
Check other email
Check twitter
Check blog
Check facebook
Eat breakfast
Brush teeth
Check facebook
Apply for a job
Watch Price is Right
Eat lunch
Check email
Check other email
Walk/run the dogs
Take shower
Go to work
Play uno
Play blocks
Play house
Play legos
Play patty cake
Go home
Eat dinner
Watch the Bachelor
Get in bed
Apply for a job
Apply for another job
Watch old One Tree Hill episode
Go to sleep

Wake up...

Life in 2010 so far...

Hello, hello! I know I have been slacking on the blog lately but I have been super busy! 2010 has turned out to be very exciting and eventful so far! This past week I had a job interview up in D.C. and I celebrated the birth of my bestest friend Amanda. I really enjoyed my time in DC and I am hoping things work out with the job. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. Today marks exactly 30 days until my birthday! I'm already counting down. Last year on my birthday I was laying in bed with a cast up to my knee. So needless to say I didn't have a very exciting birthday. I'm already brainstorming fun ideas for my birthday party. Send me your thoughts! I'm really leaning towards a Jersey Shore theme right now. Fist pumping all night long!

Anyways, my creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. I need some topics for future blogs. Seriously, I will write about anything. I just need some ideas!! Please and thank you!! Hope everyone has a great week!

10 reasons...

Hello again! Well, since the first blog about a blog reader was such a success...I am ready to write another one! My amazing best friend Amanda texted me after reading my blog about Tyler and demanded that I write a blog about her. My first thought was, what should I write about? We have SO MANY stories together...many of which aren't funny to anyone other than us. So, I decided to do a little thing I like to call, "10 reasons why Amanda and I are practically the same person".

10 REASONS WHY AMANDA AND I ARE PRACTICALLY THE SAME PERSON

1. We picked the same major in college AND lived 2 doors down the hall from each other freshman year. This is a big deal because not very many people pick political science as their major...and now I know why...hooray for unemployment!

2. We both came to college with hard core, serious boyfriends who we were "madly in love" with. Now we look back together and laugh at our mistakes...I mean memories.

3. We share an unusually strong love for Au Bon Pain macaroni and cheese...and pretty much all macaroni and cheese in general.

4. We are both the oldest child in our families and we both have younger sisters who are the same age.

5. The odds of us UNKNOWINGLY wearing a coordinating outfit on any given night are about 90%.

6. We finish each other's sentences like an old married couple...and no one but us finds it absolutely hilarious.

7. Amanda and I are the only people I know..other than old rich men, who enjoy drinking gin and tonic on the regular.

8. Our singing in the car together is almost on the same level as Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey...if they ever did a duet.

9. We share an unhealthy obsession with the Twilight Series, teen pop stars, and Lady Gaga.

10. Our money management skills are below par but you best believe if we only had ten dollars in our bank account we would pick El Rod's margaritas over putting gas in our car.

There you are Amanda! Let me know what you think!

I'm starting a new thing...

Over the past few months, a number of my lovely blog readers have asked me, "When are you going to write a blog about me?" I guess you could say that the question caught me a little off guard because I didn't realize that you all didn't enjoy reading about ME all the time. Just kidding...I'm really not that vain. Or am I? Either way, I have decided to add a new "thing", for lack of a better word, to my blog. I will now, upon requests, write blogs about my readers. HOORAY!! I can feel the excitement already. My only requests for the blog are, whatever I write has to be true..or mostly true (nobody likes liar these days), and I would prefer to use your name so that everyone reading has some idea of who I'm taking about. Otherwise it's not really that funny if I'm just writing about my friend "Sam" whose real name is John but he won't let me say that. Your personal blog topic can be discussed with me before being published, or I will just do a simple "10 things I like about (insert your name here)."

So today marks my first blog about a blog reader. His REAL name is Tyler, and he has requested that I write a blog about him. Here goes nothing!

TEN THINGS I LIKE ABOUT TYLER

1. He responds to text messages faster than most of my best girl friends do. (no offense ladies)

2. He values my opinion on important things.

3. He has a great sense of humor and always finds a way to make me smile...even when I'm crying.

4. He isn't afraid to get in touch with his sensitive side like most guys. That's an attractive quality.

5. He doesn't take himself too seriously.

6. He gets really excited when I tell him he looks like Matt Damon.

7. He isn't afraid to steal drinking mugs from local restaurants.

8. When I ask him something, he tells me the truth. Even when I don't want to hear it.

9. I admire the fact that he CALLS me when he has something to share...even though I sometimes don't pick up! : )

10. I know that if I was in really big trouble, like only had one phone call type trouble, that he would answer and bail me out because he's a good friend.


Alright, now that I feel all corny and warm and tingly inside, I think I'm off to bed. Somebody leave me a comment or text me so that I can write a blog about YOU next! Don't be shy now, I know there are plenty of you out there who said you wanted me to write about you!!!

Happy New Year!!!

Happy New Year blog readers!! I KNOW I am way overdue on updating this thing but honestly I have been so unmotivated lately! And isn't the beginning of the year supposed to be when you get really motivated? That might be a problem. Anyways, the trip to Atlanta was AMAZING! I seriously thought about not coming back and just finding a bartending job down there. Just kidding...sort of.

First off, I would like to say thank you to the 3 awesome girls that went with me on this trip. I could not have done it without you, mainly because I do not know how to operate a GPS. haha. Now I know all of my lovely readers are just DYING to hear about the trip to Atlanta...so here is the story...or most of it.

When we first arrived in Atlanta it was about 7pm on Dec. 30. We checked into our AWESOME hotel (The Hyatt Regency) and got ready for dinner. This was seriously the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. And yes, that is probably because I am one of the most untraveled people you will ever meet. So we all got ready....in coordinating purple outfits (not on purpose I swear) and headed out to dinner at Max Lager's. We asked the guy at the front desk of our hotel how far of a walk it would be and he said about 2 blocks. But, since it was raining and super cold we decided to take a taxi. When we got in the taxi, the man asked us where we were going. When we told him, he made a face at us and asked us if we were joking. I kind of got upset that he was questioning us about where we wanted to go so I may or may not have a made a few rude comments to him. So, when we arrive at Max Lager's, literally a 5 second taxi ride, we realize that they taxi driver was making a face at us because the restaurant was maybe 50 feet away from our hotel. And here's the kicker, the asshole charged us 10 dollars!

So we walked in to the restaurant and headed upstairs to the bar to wait for table to be called. Within 5 seconds of sitting at the bar a super creepy guy approached all 4 of us and demanded to buy us drinks. No seriously, he was not taking no for an answer. So, a ton of free drinks and a $2oo bar tab later, we said farewell to our creepy friend and went downstairs to eat dinner. After devouring a delicious dinner which consisted of a random assortment of appetizers, we decided to try again with the taxi and head out to this place called Virginia Highlands (and yes we were all very excited that it was called Virginia). When we arrived at this place, we discovered that it was more like a strip of bars within a one mile radius or so. Since it was raining and super cold, we settled on the first bar we saw. As soon as we walked in, we realized that we were way over dressed, and stuck out like sore thumb. So after feeling awkward for about ten minutes, we chugged our drinks and headed over to the next bar. This one was slightly less awkward but still too relaxed/casual. I guess we all had this idea in our heads that bars in Atlanta were crazy and super loud with intense music and lights. So after another drink we decided to call it a night and head back to our hotel early.

When we got back to the hotel we decided to take a quick tour around the lobby to explore. The lobby had 3 different restaurants and a sweet bar. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that one of my lovely friends on the trip brought along her video camera to record every moment of our adventure. As she was filming us walking around the lobby, a guy approached us. He was wearing a UVA shirt...ew. But then we took a closer look and realized that it was UVA-Wise, completely different. So we started talking to him and absolutely fell in love with his adorable country accent. Or maybe that was just me that fell in love? Either way, this guy was super nice and very fun to talk to. So we invited him and his friends to come up to our room and continue partying. After all, it was only 12am. The night was young! We finally called it a night around 4:30am when we realized that we had to be up and functioning for the game at a decent time. During our time in the hotel room with our new friends, I managed to get engaged and married to my sweet southern gentleman, while the rest of the room sat around encouraging us and video taping the whole thing. (Don't worry it wasn't for real. Thank God we weren't in Vegas...)

So the next day we managed to be up and ready to go by 1pm. As soon as we walked outside or hotel, we discovered a huge parade going down the street and UT and VT fans everywhere. It was insane! We grabbed a quick lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe and then headed to the MARTA to get to the game. Now, for those of you who don't know me well, I get motion sickness very easily. Our ride of the MARTA almost made me lose my lunch. It was probably the least fun part of the trip for me. Everyone else found this extremely amusing but I was not a happy camper. Just thinking about a subway makes me dizzy/nauseous/ completely uncomfortable.

Around 3pm we finally arrived at our awesome tailgating spot right across from the Georgia Dome. Eventually I got over feeling like I was going to throw up and started tailgating like a true fan. This was probably the best tailgate I have ever been to. There were tons of friendly VT fans, tons of booze, and yea....that pretty much sums it up. I even watched a guy catch himself on fire. Don't worry, he didn't hurt himself...much.

Around 6:45pm we headed into the stadium to find our seats before kickoff at 7:30. Before we made it to our seats we discovered the awesome bathrooms complete with a flat screen tv, and the multiple concession stands that sell beer and mixed drinks! Perfection doesn't even begin to describe this place. Our seats were in the Virginia Tech endzone on the upper level. These seats were amazing. We could literally see everything. So, the game started and we all know how that turned out. VT killed Tennessee and gave us another reason to celebrate!

When we got out of the game it was 11:15 and we knew we had to move fast to make it to a bar before midnight. We had one particular bar in mind that we all wanted to go to but we weren't quite sure where it was. After 30 minutes of walking we FINALLY found it. The only problem was that there was a huge wait outside and they weren't letting anyone in because it was over capacity. Bummer right? So we walked next door to this little family pizza place and ordered tequilla shots at approx. 11:55. I think we may have been the only people actually drinking in the whole place but we didn't care. We watched the peach drop on the tv at the bar and toasted with our shots of tequila....a bad choice looking back.

So after ringing in the new year with tequila we decided to take a taxi back to Max Lager's and hang out with our bartender friend Ric...not Rick, just Ric. We probably went to Max Lager's a total of 5 times during our 3 day trip and I know this guy probably thought we were stalkers. But Ric was an awesome bartender/ super fun to talk to/kind of creepy all at the same time. During our taxi ride we all recorded our new years resolutions on video so that we could remember them. Smart right? Although looking back at them the next day my new years resolution to "be successful" seems a little vague.

When we arrived at Max Lager's 2 of us were ready to party more and 2 of us were ready to go home. I found myself in the 2 that were ready to go home. So, me and the other party pooper walked back to the hotel and got ready for bed. Party pooper #1 got in bed and passed out, after drinking the 6 dollar bottle of water in our room, and I stayed up and waited for my southern gentleman to come wish me a happy new year. My husband and his friends arrived around 2am and we continued to celebrate until approximately 5:30am when we realized we should probably go to bed because they were starting to put out the breakfast buffet.

Although the night ended there, I must include this little side story into the big story. Just before bed, I walked down to the lobby to find my husband sitting by himself at a table, looking really sad and depressed. So, I approached him and asked what was wrong. He told he that "he really liked me but it would just be easier to forget about me". THIS IS NOT A JOKE, HE REALLY SAID THIS. And he looked really sad/upset about it. Awkward much? This statement left me confused/ disappointed/yet relieved all at the same time. Of course meeting the perfect guy on a trip to Atlanta would be too good to be true. So right there in the lobby we ended things. We signed the divorce papers and I gave him back to ring. I told him it was great meeting him and then went up to my room. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it again, sigh. (sarcasm)

The next day, 2 of us went to the aquarium and 2 of us stayed in bed nursing our hangovers. I will not tell you which "2" I was a part of, but I'm sure if you know me you can probably figure it out. Finally, around 6pm we managed to start getting up and moving again. We ate dinner at another awesome place with a flat screen tv in the booth. All of us ordered the exact same thing and same drink and looked kind of gay, but we didn't care. After dinner we decided it was only right to spend our last night in Atlanta hanging out with our favorite bartender Ric. Although only one of us felt good enough to consume anymore alcohol, we managed to have a good time. We ordered a drink made of peanut butter, bacon vodka, and banana and made the one person who wasn't still hungover drink it. And yes, it really did smell like bacon. Sadly I never got to taste it.

We ending the night by watching the Hangover (it seemed appropriate) and reminiscing on what a great time we had in Atlanta. We woke up the next morning around 9am, packed up, checked out and hit the road. This road trip to Atlanta was by far one of the best trips I have ever been on. I could not have asked for anything more. Thanks again to the three awesome people that shared this trip with me. You will remain nameless since 2 of you are furthering your education and the other one has a real job.

I would like to end this blog with a few things I learned from my trip to Atlanta.

1. As much as I dislike technological advances, a GPS is a good thing to have.

2. I am a sucker for a guy with a southern accent.

3. I am in love with Virginia Tech. I never thought I would be going back to games after I graduated and driving hundreds of miles to watch my hokies play. But I guess the saying is true, once a hokie, always a hokie.

4. This trip convinced me that all you really need in life are a few good friends. Sure, finding a guy and falling in love SOUNDS great, but in reality, having a relationship is way more complicated than it appears. For now, I am completely content being single, making a fool out of myself, and having fake marriages with cute southern boys. Sorry mom!