Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Late night thoughts on senior year…
After turning in my last assignments of the semester today, I was left with a feeling of foreboding. This has never happened before and the sense of relief I usually feel at this point has yet to emerge. This winter break is going to be very stress-free except for my GRE which I will be taking on January 11. I wish I could say I'm excited to take that test because it will be the last standardized test I have to take in my life but alas the preparation for it is going to be hell on earth. Therefore I don't feel like this winter break is going to feel like a break at all. I feel that January 20 is going to sneak up on me and my last semester as an undergraduate well begin all too soon. Still I am able to reflect right now on everything I've accomplished and how far I've come. I find it hard to believe that my education journey is a mere year and a half from being over. I never thought these moments would come, but I embrace them with the weary soul of someone who has spent the past almost 18 years of her life in school.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Ramblings of a True College Senior
So the other night my now fiance, Nate, mentioned that he ran across this blog. My latest was quite something, huh?
Alas, I do not come bearing any rants because quite frankly I'm sick. Have been since Thursday. Blah. Oh, and the fact that I'm ONE SEMESTER away from GRADUATING COLLEGE. No big, right? =D
Ok, admittedly I still have another year after this, but seriously guys, I have been waiting for this time in my life for 17 ish years.
2012 should have, for most reasons, sucked. Hard.
I lost the most wonderful, precious person in my life on June 11th. Pinky was a golden retriever that my family got when she was 7 weeks old. I was almost 9. She was the best friend I will ever have and I will miss her every day for the rest of my life. I would not have made it to the peaceful place in my life without her undying unconditional love. I still feel her in every fiber of my heart and soul. She will forever be a part of me and that gives me the comfort and strength to move on with my life. Her last month was truly the only time in her life where she was anything but happy and healthy. I fought with everything in me to fix her, to save her. She saved me so many times in so many ways that I owed her nothing less than everything I had to make everything better. But in the end, it was not enough. The only thing that made it better was...to let her go. At least, physically. I grew up with Pinky and because of that, I did not spend as much time with her as I should have. I thought for the longest time that when she died I would be over ridden with guilt of this but surprisingly, I am not. I am overly greatful for every single moment she and I shared. I will never be able to put into words what that last month with her meant. I knew deep down inside that she was slipping away and I took the time that last few weeks to take in every single detail, every moment, every breath she took and cheerish them before she was gone. Those memories will remain in my heart for as long as I live too. She will live on. On the day she died, I promised her I would never forget her, and I won't. I couldn't even if I wanted to. She was utterly unforgettable.
Anyway, enough of that crying junk.
Nate and I got engaged February 22nd. Only took him 5 1/2 years! ; )
I love him so much. Secretly, I think he loves me too... hehe.
And then...then there was the summer. Holy. Mother. Of. God.
Ally and I created a beautiful monster. Muahahahaha.
This summer was by far the best I have ever had. Ever. Even as a kid. EVER. It was the last summer where Ally, Alexa and I will be able to genuinely have one for a while and boy did we make the most of it. How none of us ended up in police custody, I will never know.
I'd say none of us ended up in the hospital, but silly Ally and her terrible luck....haha. Not from alcohol, folks, from...being Ally. Poor thing. =(
But yes, alcohol was involved. A LOT of alcohol. My 22nd birthday is still a dark blur. >_<
I am almost done with my second to last fall semester EVER. Two weeks and A LOT of work and I will be one semester from graduation. It is a sweet feeling. Not anywhere near as sweet as it will feel one year from now when that bright light at the end of my educational tunnel will be blinding me!
All is caught up. Hope you aren't too bad off either, dear reader.
It's a Beautiful World. Go Out and Enjoy It!
~Leah
Alas, I do not come bearing any rants because quite frankly I'm sick. Have been since Thursday. Blah. Oh, and the fact that I'm ONE SEMESTER away from GRADUATING COLLEGE. No big, right? =D
Ok, admittedly I still have another year after this, but seriously guys, I have been waiting for this time in my life for 17 ish years.
2012 should have, for most reasons, sucked. Hard.
I lost the most wonderful, precious person in my life on June 11th. Pinky was a golden retriever that my family got when she was 7 weeks old. I was almost 9. She was the best friend I will ever have and I will miss her every day for the rest of my life. I would not have made it to the peaceful place in my life without her undying unconditional love. I still feel her in every fiber of my heart and soul. She will forever be a part of me and that gives me the comfort and strength to move on with my life. Her last month was truly the only time in her life where she was anything but happy and healthy. I fought with everything in me to fix her, to save her. She saved me so many times in so many ways that I owed her nothing less than everything I had to make everything better. But in the end, it was not enough. The only thing that made it better was...to let her go. At least, physically. I grew up with Pinky and because of that, I did not spend as much time with her as I should have. I thought for the longest time that when she died I would be over ridden with guilt of this but surprisingly, I am not. I am overly greatful for every single moment she and I shared. I will never be able to put into words what that last month with her meant. I knew deep down inside that she was slipping away and I took the time that last few weeks to take in every single detail, every moment, every breath she took and cheerish them before she was gone. Those memories will remain in my heart for as long as I live too. She will live on. On the day she died, I promised her I would never forget her, and I won't. I couldn't even if I wanted to. She was utterly unforgettable.
Anyway, enough of that crying junk.
Nate and I got engaged February 22nd. Only took him 5 1/2 years! ; )
I love him so much. Secretly, I think he loves me too... hehe.
And then...then there was the summer. Holy. Mother. Of. God.
Ally and I created a beautiful monster. Muahahahaha.
This summer was by far the best I have ever had. Ever. Even as a kid. EVER. It was the last summer where Ally, Alexa and I will be able to genuinely have one for a while and boy did we make the most of it. How none of us ended up in police custody, I will never know.
I'd say none of us ended up in the hospital, but silly Ally and her terrible luck....haha. Not from alcohol, folks, from...being Ally. Poor thing. =(
But yes, alcohol was involved. A LOT of alcohol. My 22nd birthday is still a dark blur. >_<
I am almost done with my second to last fall semester EVER. Two weeks and A LOT of work and I will be one semester from graduation. It is a sweet feeling. Not anywhere near as sweet as it will feel one year from now when that bright light at the end of my educational tunnel will be blinding me!
All is caught up. Hope you aren't too bad off either, dear reader.
It's a Beautiful World. Go Out and Enjoy It!
~Leah
Thursday, April 5, 2012
People Who Tailgate
I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to the ass hats who tailgate. You all believe that by riding on the back bumper of the car in front of you, you will magically get there faster. Truth be told, I used to be one of you. Then I almost killed someone when I rear ended her. I was not tailgating at the time (I have a golden retriever trying to climb into the passenger seat). Nonetheless, I was not only cured of my tailgating ways, but I get thoroughly pissed off when I see tailgating take place.
The reason for this sudden emergence of blog? The other night I was on my way home from a friend's house and as I approached the last traffic light prior to my turn to go to my house, I happened to look in my rear-view mirror. What do I see but the rims of the headlights of the ass wipe who is LITERALLY less than one inch off of my back bumper. Now were I to have no care for my car, or if I had a rubber bumper to protect my back bumper, I would have slammed on my breaks and backed over their sorry asses. Instead, I did the slightly bitchy thing and slowed to a complete stop before turning. What do these fuckfaces do? They BEEP THEIR HORN at ME! These dirt eating cows had the audacity to beep at me when clearly they were the ones who should have been beeped at. But I regress...
There is nothing more enraging to a driver (especially at night) than to look behind them and see some jerkoff riding their ass. The only thing that could make the situation AMAZINGLY worse is if the fuckfaces have their brights on. At this point, I feel that stopping the car, getting out and punching the driver in the cunt/ball is entirely reasonable behavior. I would not do so because knowing my luck I would be faced with a very muscular or very large person...I would lose.
So if you are an ass-riding fucker, please heed my advice and FUCK OFF. Thanks!
The reason for this sudden emergence of blog? The other night I was on my way home from a friend's house and as I approached the last traffic light prior to my turn to go to my house, I happened to look in my rear-view mirror. What do I see but the rims of the headlights of the ass wipe who is LITERALLY less than one inch off of my back bumper. Now were I to have no care for my car, or if I had a rubber bumper to protect my back bumper, I would have slammed on my breaks and backed over their sorry asses. Instead, I did the slightly bitchy thing and slowed to a complete stop before turning. What do these fuckfaces do? They BEEP THEIR HORN at ME! These dirt eating cows had the audacity to beep at me when clearly they were the ones who should have been beeped at. But I regress...
There is nothing more enraging to a driver (especially at night) than to look behind them and see some jerkoff riding their ass. The only thing that could make the situation AMAZINGLY worse is if the fuckfaces have their brights on. At this point, I feel that stopping the car, getting out and punching the driver in the cunt/ball is entirely reasonable behavior. I would not do so because knowing my luck I would be faced with a very muscular or very large person...I would lose.
So if you are an ass-riding fucker, please heed my advice and FUCK OFF. Thanks!
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